The Silent Gift

HarmonyNow, I can hear a bird singing a ballad,
although, I never told myself to listen.This nearness is not as fragile as
I had imagined.Not dainty like a blue robin’s egg,
but like an ocean wave rolling
in through the window,
crashing — with harmonies
I never noticed before.My duty is to see, not to understand,
and to stop believing
that there is an answer.

— LD —

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