by Angela Hoffman
The outward, visible sign of an inward, invisible grace can never be limited to three, four, or seven Every encounter, holy Be reverent of the owl keeping vigil on night’s watch listening with a still heart the wren signing lauds at the break dawn praising the coming of light the bees working in the prime of the day serving deliberately with courage the blessed wind offering a terce breath giving rise to possibility the sun at its high hour of illumination committing to truth the shadows lengthening in wisdom surrendering to impermanence the fireflies at twilight lighting lamps for vespers celebrating the meeting of earth and heaven the crickets offering prayer under the full circle of the moon giving thanks for the day
Angela Hoffman lives in Wisconsin. Her poetry has appeared in Solitary Plover, Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets Museletter and calendar, and Your Daily Poem.com.She committed to writing a poem a day during the first two years of the pandemic. Angela’s interests in spirituality and personal growth inspire her poetry.