Facing faith in the Festival


Streets are busy
shoes on ground
sandals on feet
running late
feeling well grounded.
Hoping to meet the unexpected
in a new idea
in a different mood
in a familiar place
while reading an unfamiliar face 

Hands hold drinks
glasses clink
sun glasses reflect the sky
food is cooked
stories are told
songs are sung
dancers turn and spin
pictures are painted
art displayed stretches the truth

Everyone is telling a story
in different ways.
Its festival time
and I’m alive
and God is here
whispering through the shapes
the words
the wind and the rain.
'This is my world 
I made it  with great joy for you to  also enjoy'

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