PASSING MESSENGERS

Sep 6

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PASSING MESSENGERS

The smallest of details
When it catches our eye
May serve to remind us
Rainbows surround us

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on September 6, 2017, in Wee Poems and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. Betty Hayes Albright | September 8, 2017 at 12:20 AM

    Beautiful thought – yes…!

    Liked by 1 person

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