harder and harder to miss
the clouds are gone and the day dawns,
I sit outside, face east, and meditate,
the world turns and the sun slowly, impressively
breaks free of the forest,
the singular power of its gaze elders me
to realize how dominant it is,
even when I don’t realize it,
it’s all rather like how God is harder and harder to miss
as life moves on, and how tenuous the moment is
gets harder and harder to deny.
by Henry H. Walker
December 28, ’14
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