Prompt: Rain
It was holy when the wing
dipped and surged
and all I could see was ocean.
Again,
it was holy when I
stepped toward the sky train and
first smelled that salt lick air.
It was raining
prayers and prayers:
each droplet a quest for mercy
each droplet forgiveness.
It was holy on the walk to the drive
that cherry blossom bloom
exploding.
Again, it is holy how many
people are here
feeding the streets and parks.
It is holy here if you need it to be.
It is holy here because of
spring and
growing and
metaphors.
Sometimes different is the only characteristic of holy.
Because the open sky at home is holy too,
if you need it to be.
Are new and holy synonyms?
More importantly,
why am I out here looking for God?
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