LOVE ON A ROCK

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You gave to me a wet stone, cold, uncut.

Bewilderment flooded my questioning eyes for you suggested I hold the rock to my nose

and inhale . . . the scent of the first spring

rain, clean earth, soil rich wtth life.

Behold,

sun shining

this miracle I hold flashes the eternal rainbow locked within its promise.

Tis LOVE, in all its bloom you gave that day,

and this.