Recognizing the beauty of a floweror joy in the face of a babyis not by degreeor pitch of exclamationbut by a sacred respectonly hinted at by glint of eyeor the smile held close in its brilliancemore a secret in the love song to God.Fireworks express full freedomwhen truth is of the heart--for toll of ocean wavescrash long on shoresinhabited or not.With the whack of a racket ballcatching the morning trainor love-making ecstasy--each prayer is heard
by breath of heart
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