Lady Day

My Monday, in the garden again,
cold air, cloud, I struggled
with my 'yes' to all things
then and now.  Things that
did happen, things I did
not do, accept accept
all that was, how they left
and when.  God's will be done.

The shaft of light
hit my head
told me 'yes' and 'go'.

Descent of the dove
gentle, slow, told me
who and what I was.

All those years ago
and the road led here.
It must be right.  I should
not question the deeds
or the outcome.  I do not hold
the strings.  Think of the example.
The angel's wings beat loudly
in the air.

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