The sort of day it is a privilege to have been present for.
the air was alive
with joyful voices;
the streamers rippled
with fiery reds and golds;
the people prayed
with joy and love;
as one, for one, to one.
And the air was alive with…
And the streamers rippled with…
And the people prayed with…
the Holy Spirit
written 1-27-09
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January 31, 2009 at 9:36 pm
sophia
It was a definitely a great day. And this poem capture the essence of it beautifully.