“Yellow House in Winter Woods” by Bob Richey
heaven exists near to home
in this season of silence
a snow settled wood
holy ground
hushed and greenless
my open air chapel
white altarcloth
laid for communion of creatures
crisp air charged with prayer
hoof and paw
fur and feather
my congregant fellowship
take benediction of snowflakes
unseen aspergillum
dispensing white whispers
each whisper
containing an answer
each answer
containing a blessing
each blessing
containing a chance
to experience grace
all it takes is a heart
humble willing and open
inspired to a reverence for life
here and now near to home
From my book Ephemera
Poesy plus Polemics 
A pleasant, peaceful read. Excellent work. 🙏
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thanks kindly
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Lovely and inspiring 🌷
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much appreciated
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The metaphoric use of the communion elements is outstanding.
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many thanks for the kind words
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I enjoy your writing, Paul, if I don’t often comment.
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Safety of home and nature on the doorstep. As it should be. As often it is. Super poem, Paul
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alas, it won’t be home for much longer as we plan to find more manageable digs
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Thank you for this, Paul
g.r.
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much appreciated, gr
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This is beautiful, Paul. I hear the hush of a holy place.
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thank you, ina – it’s often how I feel about these lovely acres
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Dear Paul, The tone of nature and inner-feeling juxtaposed in refinement is a delight to read. Anand Bose from Kerala
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thank you most kindly, anand
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