…and snow drifts

Cezanne: “Melting Snow”

And snow drifts mind the wind’s command,
Me, tired of such demand.
Outside looking in, to you, periodic calls beckon start.
But inside looking out, abiding now, my soul shan’t part.
For in this place my perspective is new
Infinite and lucid, cloudless skies blue.
And abide, I must, the table prepared.
Bread of life, a life more than spared.
Prosperity, joy, and wisdom never shall wane.
For in Your house I shall remain

rick stassi

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