The Spirit’s crisp breeze
Calls me into a morning
Where birds have been
Warbling
And darting in and out
Through the branches
Of my beloved Locust tree
Since before the sun’s rays
Ventured to think about
The possibility of Shimmering
This corner
Of the world
Awake
The Sun glow
On the leaves
Spring green in all their glory
Is a sight to behold
I am startled
Mesmerized
By the splendor
Of this sacred moment
Until I remember
That it is
India
That I am holding in my heart
In this moment
In these days
In my prayers
In the Light of healing
In the Hope of resurrection
And the Spirit
Through the crisp breeze
Joins my heart
And Whispers
Amen
C. Alicia Randolph
Pandemic Poems
May 2021
Photos of morning light on Locust tree on 11 May 2021 by C. Alicia Randolph
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