Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for
water and sees the reflection of moon?
― Rumi
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grace comes to us unawares
not so much
in moments crafted
to rouse our souls
not in the words of preachers
or the soaring songs of faith
but in the crisp air of morning,
in a sunrise muted
by clarity of sky,
and in the sound
carried through the silence of dawn
of joyful dogs
barking
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