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the maple tree
OCTOGENARIAN

from our bedroom I can see God in the maple tree
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as your fingers twitch in your sleep  
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like you are grasping for its leaves
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I turn on my side and exhale
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the movement of the ceiling fan is a lullabye
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and you're still reaching
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you know so well he's tucked away beneath your skin
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spreading out through your eyes
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and your slumber is so quiet
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because you believe it emanates from where he dwells within
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that palace where we leave our little hymns
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yet you continue to stretch towards the window
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it's then that I know there's even more for us
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than just this ease of this night
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all we have to do is ask for it
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so I do
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and the wind outside blows a branch against our window
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6 Feb 12

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nicely rendered moment reflecting the love between two souls who may not
view God in quite the same way, yet, without them even knowing, find Him within
each other.  
 — lateninepoet

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