I.
I see Him
step tall
against the pale white sky.
His presence
towering
but gentle.
Deliberate
and instinctual.
II.
Clear nectar follows
the midrib of leaf to tip,
spilling over
gravity pulls it.
I wash —
flooding sweet.
III.
Our natures collide.
I write poetry
of Him.
He makes poetry
of me.
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Moonlight Spiritus 
As there is poetry in All
And All as One
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Yes, the way creation threads through everything. Thank you for this.
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Your very welcome
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Yes, I believe we have believe we have been given a gift from god to share to reflection of life and share that with humanity as poets. Kudos, your poem is full of imagery and incredibly beautiful.
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Yes, I believe this too. We are meant to share our gifts, a reflection of the Divine through our own unique composition and through the life we have lived. Thank you so much, Heather, for the reminder and the encouragement.
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