My faith has become present in question.

I have asked the Causer of Causes

why the beauty of Spring seems to appear in random manifestations.

Today, a white magnolia was not awake in the morning, but arose in inexplicable beauty on the height of the afternoon. All that lived and took breath within our urban plantation took notice. She, so stoic, so crisp, so welcoming, her feet must have cleared the sky of clouds. We became reckless, bodies inspired by her life, raised arms directing submission towards the sun, another Spring, another timeless moment, mysterious, damp, caroling to our knees, humble in intensified glory, present in questions, answered in pleasure. Alive, awakened

if only for the sake of us.


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