June 24, 2005
7:51 PM
Alone at the reservoir.
Hazy Sky is playing with Sun,
casting shadows where there ought be none....
A nothing-wisp of cloud
breaks and separates the rays,
making me aware of light
in strange and subtle ways.
Why this wisp and not another,
I cannot say.
So many in the sky have not caught
even a single ray...
Perhaps because this piece of misty wind
lies within my view...
I fancy that the comfort it imparts
was sent by You.
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