My tabernacle is the woods
beyond the glass of my window.
It is there survival speaks to me, where hope grows the smallest green leaf on drought’s ravaged limb.
As I venture outside the glass, I am embraced by wind’s sermon of light that bears none of the restraints of man’s definition of God.
It is among the swaying hymns my heart is nurtured, my soul communes with joy, and my spirit finds the strength to persevere.
Susie Clevenger 2023
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