distracted by secret joy I grew contented
fiction
edward w pritchard
Distant thunder warmed shallow Lakes and drenched bumping rail road cars pulling cargo round and round long curving embankments on the way to satisfy everyday needs.
In the flash of lightening listen to thunder awaken slumbering animals and remember muted storms at sea.
Rolling thunder enlighten my sleeping character.
Clasp hands behind your head and push elbows sharply back. Send your mind low to the ground in four directions and listen for messages in the songs of the beseeching birds.
Day by day rest easy as the Earth pulls you relentlessly through space toward unknown destinations.
Distracted by secret joy I grew contented.
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