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My lovely neighbor friend blew in with a rare breeze in this stagnant southern heat. And with her, she brought the winds of inspiration. On a picture of sunny poppies, were these fragments and phrases of words cut out of books. And if you're a book lover like me, that sentence alone likely gave you a heart attack.
"It's a found poem," she told me, and I read it aloud.
"Discovery of a Living Valley... Life is clad in gentle colors. "The air...is very pure and fine, bracing and delicious.", the words washed over my spirit, awakening my senses.
How many poems are there just waiting to be found? Hidden in "living valleys", cloaked in dense life-giving air. They're in the moments we miss if we're not looking, the seconds that slip into years unaware.
Yes, the valleys are just as tremendous as the view from the mountaintops.
Life is in the poems that find you.
I finished reading the last line aloud, "for those who have eyes to see, are beloved of God."
Open my eyes, God.