Transcendental Sonnet #1312:
After Rain
A patch of blue sky through the lace curtain
Of my Grandma's kitchen which is now mine
Sunbeams through the old windows light the floor
I understand that life is uncertain
Yet now after rain a sense of divine
Order and symmetry more than before
Comes into focus looking through old lace
Absently as I watch sparrows return
And in small bright white cloud-shapes where I trace
Profoundest secrets I may never learn
I like to know but like to wonder too
I seek no scientific proof of things
I like to hear that sparrow when he sings
And I would like to take a walk with you
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMV Silke LLC
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