embrace at a train station.

All Creation exults
at your coming,

even in winter
blossoms are not ashamed to open.

Every day I rise up laughing,
every moment it’s always like this,

every step an unwrapping,
every breath an arrival.

Even before the train has stopped
you have leaped,

you run toward us,
arms open.



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