BASK IN THE SON

light sun warmth
 words I hear
 repeated again and again in my silence
 reading from Theresa of Liseaux
 a little flower
 
sitting on my couch
 cold cold rain falling
 from a gray sky
 I long for
 light sun warmth
 
to bask in the sun
 on the beach
 to know the son of creation
 nurtured and growing
 in the light of that love

because the gray of Tennessee
 is overwhelming
 the pall of depression
 suffocating
 I long for
 light sun warmth

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