Transcendental Sonnet #1312:
After Rain

A patch of blue sky through the lace curtain
Of my Grandma's kitchen which is now mine
Sunbeams through the old windows light the floor

I understand that life is uncertain
Yet now after rain a sense of divine
Order and symmetry more than before
Comes into focus looking through old lace
Absently as I watch sparrows return
And in small bright white cloud-shapes where I trace
Profoundest secrets I may never learn

I like to know but like to wonder too
I seek no scientific proof of things
I like to hear that sparrow when he sings
And I would like to take a walk with you

+Steven Curtis Lance



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