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  • Writer's pictureCarol Wawrychuk


I awake

to anxious thoughts.

A fitful sleep


unwanted images.


Where are you God?

Why this?. . .again!

I wanted                                                                                            

peace today.


I busy myself

searching for calm.

I listen for words

to quiet the voices.


Nothing fits.

Nothing works.


Until. . .

I sit next

to the Bonsai.

Delicate branches

whisper to me

of the gentle soul

that tends

its growth.


A ceramic deer

resting in the moss


past my layers

into my heart.


Oh, you ARE here God!

I almost forgot

to look

at the familiar

for a glimpse

of the extraordinary.

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