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by Lawrence J. J. Leonard

A man whispered, “Heaven, speak to me.”
Whereby a mocking bird sang of a coming rain storm.
The chirp was considered background noise.

The man requested, “Lord of Heaven, speak to me.”
Distant thunder rolled across the sky.
The peal was considered irritating.

The man called out, “G_d, let me see you.”
The stars shone brightly as the storm had passed.
The shimmer was considered insignificant.

And then the man shouted, “Mighty One, show me a miracle.”
There were many children in his neighborhood.
These youth were considered liabilities all the same.

Again the man cried in his despair,
“Touch me, O Lord, and let me know you love me.”
Whereby the hand of the Almighty One touched his face.
The butterfly was shooed away.

Blessings are never packaged the way that you expect.

Copyright © 1960-2015 Lawrence J. J. Leonard  All rights reserved.

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