five haiku
bird song rides upon
the spring morning as wishes
ride a smiling face
some say rains are tears
of god, not so, I cry the
rain, those are my tears
the babbling brook
comforts me, I am holding
the hand of a friend
water skimmers walk
the pond surface, does that make
them to be Jesus?
light of a full moon
bright enough to notice but
not to understand
copyright Skippy / Adrian Smith -- 1999
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