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Arthur Darby Nock

Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
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The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.

Elizabeth Browning



Sunday, May 5, 2013

What do I reflect?

I stare into the clear water
it is pure and fresh
mountain fed
 
and yet its clearness
is hidden
by the clouds it reflects

I see the clouds
and forget its sparkling
purity
 
what do I reflect?
 what to I take on
choose to carry

that obscures
the bright pure presence
Lord
of YOU
 

 

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