Gatherings.
Sometimes Real Jesus leaves little gifts along the path.
A feather.
An acorn.
An anole.
A line of Scripture.
A sentence from a book.
A whisper.
A photograph.
The small sparks that linger long enough to become delight.
I gather them here because they have become part of learning to live in communion again.
A little green anole.
A gift received without needing to be kept.
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