The Consistency of Spirit

morning mists

sunlight pouring through the leafy trees

fresh water running down my throat

the smell of rain on asphalt

a bright smile on a wrinkled face

the chubby arms of a toddler

snowflakes melting slowly on my window

a song sounding out through the night

this is the consistency of spirit.

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