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By Caroline Liberatore Let my verses meander, woven around fields of hallowed kindness with their hummed liturgies. Bee to chicory, chicory to pond; leaning to listen to pebbles whirling beneath, rippling jubilee. The revelry bubbles up into eternity, an apostolic ecology riddled with rhythm and symmetry and color theory. The earth’s very breath is found in delighted yielding, so I lean in too; it is only right to mirror its humility. Sparrows nestle, treetops lean, and I will choose to glean contentment as a charmed transcriber of the Lord’s fountained poetry. Caroline Liberatore is a poet from Cleveland, Ohio. She has also been published in Ekstasis Magazine and Ashbelt Journal.
Caroline's other work on Foreshadow: Library Liturgy (Poetry, February 2022) Consider thanking our contributors by leaving a comment, sharing this post or buying them a book.
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Emma Winchell
1/8/2022 01:10:10 pm
Mmm…this makes me want to pause the chaos and linger among the green and breathing. An almost dreamlike invitation to soak in the poetics of the fingerprinted earth.
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