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Poem February 13, 2023 Issue

Written in the trees

Barb Goodspeed Grant

In winter
bare-limbed trees
outside my window
speak to me of God.

Traced in tangled
boughs I see
a ❤️, an X, an O—
symbols
that sing of
God’s great love.

Only to cheerless,
earthbound thought
is Love invisible.
Look up and out,
and in reflecting Love
find heaven.

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