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There is just something about that first glorious day
Mid-March if we're lucky
When the sun breaks through
and you scramble through the pile at the back of the closet
for limb-baring apparel
because your skin itself calls out
for the light.
When you walk you skip
or dance
basking in the sheer joy of the cool breeze
and the sun's rays that pierce through the fog
you've been sleepwalking through.
You didn't even know you were half dead
like the bare branches
until now--
now that you've become tender and green,
and you leap back into living
today.
You daydream about a convertible
but you settle for all the windows down
radio blaring
singing your heart out--
the heart that bounces upwards in your chest
like a helium balloon.
You breathe love in
as deeply as you can bear
and every word you sing or speak
on this day
are in praise of God
and the magic of feeling Him
near,
at the very gates,
on this perfect, glorious day.
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