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A Blessing


 
 
At the edge of forest 
and field, a dappled fawn 
wobbles through tall 
grass, each step halting, 
delicate. Around her, 
the sweet clover blooms 
in a yellow haze. Ash 
sifts, from the nearby wildfire.
Scent of burning, scent 
of change. Lyric variations 
of the song sparrow 
thread the air as if he is
stitching together all 
that is here. Not pictured,
but no less present: 
You. The sparrow. The flame. 
The fawn steps into the open 
to walk inside me, weaves 
through a sea of shifting greens. 
Long after she disappears, 
she does not leave.
 

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There, beside the willows,
two white-spotted fawns
clumsily stepped through
tall summer grass,
and what rose in me
then was such intimate
prayer—not the kind
where I praise or make
requests, but the kind
where my whole being
becomes a deep green field,
wide enough anything
can enter, not only
the fawns but the mountain lion,
not only the willows
but the ones I call weeds,
and all that is asked of me
is that I notice what it’s like
to be, even for a moment,
that open.

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