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Elizabeth Browning



Sunday, March 2, 2014

Sometimes we forget

When Sam was six or so, he explained to me why we call God “God”.
Because when you see something so great, you just go, “God”.
                                                Anne Lamott, talking about her son in “Help, Thanks, Wow”

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Sometimes we forget Lord
that you are
Sometimes we forget
How you are
Who you are

Sometimes we get all wrapped up
In our conversations with the “maniac in our head”
That talks and talks and talks
Endless

stirring up feelings of fear, and anxiety

Sometimes we forget
And then
you send a snowy morning
and snow laden trees

you send the nudge of a cat
the nuzzling nose of a horse

and we remember

and all we can say
is
God!

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