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Where, How, When?
Thoughts on Psalms 42
© 2011 Paula Tohline Calhoun

Where do butterflies go when it rains
To keep their fragile wings dry?
How do mourning doves begin lives anew
When they know their chicks are ready to fly,
Off to lives and little ones of their own?
When will I find inside my heart
The tools of forgiveness that love can forge
Then use them for sweet mercy’s art?
May my longing for grace and compassion
Find fulfillment in assuaging another’s pains,
By shining a light on their own hidden places
To where they can go to stay dry when it rains

May you all, Gentle Readers, find your holy place, a place set aside within you for comfort and solace.  May you know the abundance of enough. . .