Satsanga

by Ellen Grace O'Brian


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In late afternoon
wind and redwoods
get together to talk
about the ocean.

They are remembering
mist that arrived before dawn:
call it manna,
or grace.

The trees make a vow
to stand all night
so they won't miss it.

-- from The Moon Reminded Me, by Ellen Grace O'Brian

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