The light fell,
Tumbled onto this day.
I wasn’t quite
Finished with the night.
My unadjusted eyes.
Tears, those glassy
Cataracts of ache,
Suspend the river-roll
Of a rumbling soul.
The morning opens still,
And shines on.
Another new mercy,
Just like yesterday.
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“I am the light of the world.” Jesus, the Christ of God.
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How ready are we when God nudges us in his gentle way?
Thank you, Jasper. I hope your summer is going well, and the fires aren’t effecting you too much.
Tears, those glassy / Cataracts of ache / Suspend the river-roll / Of a rumbling soul.
So beautiful Jerry. I’m glad when the rumbling of your soul spills over. I have my own glassy cataracts of ache….
It’s like I always say…tears lubricate the soul. Peace sister.
The air quality the past couple weeks have been fine. In late May I wore a mask while gardening because it smelled and felt like a camp fire smoke coming right at me.
This year’s fire issue in BC came about a month earlier than in 2017 when I biked through the Okanogan Valley, which filled with smoke 3 days after we got through the area. A very concerning pattern.
Yeah, odd pattern. Serious stuff. Glad you weren’t affected too much.
Gerald the Writer 
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