This reflection was launched when I read that Holy Women, Holy Men might instead be labeled A Great Cloud of Witnesses. It captured what I sometimes forget, yet somehow always have known: There are indeed more of us.
It seems there are more of us
Than I thought,
More of us
Who pay attention
To the birds;
More of us
Who pay attention
To the sun,
As it moves through
The day,
As it comes in and out
Of clouds,
As it slants its light just so
On the backyard lawn
Before it sets,
Only to rise again
Tomorrow.
There are more of us
Who notice
Such things.
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