Monday, August 13, 2012

Prayer

It looks like steam rising from the lake in the morning
or the spring rain falling from the sky
It sounds like the birds as they greet the new day
or the quiet of a foggy morning stroll
It tastes like the finest Cabernet and smells like the most fragrant rose
It feels like the warmth of a cup of coffee coursing through my veins
or the joy of a rich conversation with a friend.

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