It's all out my window.
The leaves, the trees, the grass, the weeds;
the rain, the breeze, the sights I need
to find the time to seek the peace.
All here.
The Holy Spirit here with the birds
waiting for me to find the words of praise.
These are the days of miracle and wonder says the song.
The song's not wrong.
It's as true as the blue of the sky when the rainbow glistens.
Listen to it all, outside my window.
Outside yours.
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