When I look out from my little mind
My narrow window on the world
This morning awake in my leafy yard
Alone among my many troubles
I see there's not a cloud in the sky
They've all fallen to the ground
And left behind this purest blue
Full of promise and reassurance
Enough to make me want to cry
And then I see seven angels land
In my ancient pomegranate tree
And one who slowly descends to me
And stretches out his hand and says
Here brother take and eat
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