The sun on tired brick is grace

A Poem By Aisling // 9/4/2010

 The sun on tired brick is grace,

displacing last night's shadows with a mercy

newer than the morning that awakes

the birds in my back alley; they go baptizing

in the puddle on the garage roof,

rippling the water caught from a summer storm,

warmed by the sun, the smile

of a God who won't let the sparrows fall.

Comments

Aisling, this is absolutely

Aisling, this is absolutely gorgeous.

Annabel | Sun, 09/05/2010

Real. Simple. Deep. Hopeful.

Real. Simple. Deep. Hopeful. Smiling. Light hearted. Wonderful.

In other words, I loved it. :)

Mairead | Sun, 09/05/2010

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"Sweet is the love that never knew a wound, but deeper that which died and rose again." - Mother Mary Francis

Aw, this is lovely. Your

Aw, this is lovely. Your poetry is so musical to read.

E | Sun, 09/05/2010

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond

incredible!

Wow, Aisling.... this was an indredible poem!!!!!

Elizabeth | Sun, 09/05/2010

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The Holy Spirit is the quiet guest of our soul." -St. Augustine

Wow. Just... Wow. Simply

Wow. Just... Wow. Simply gorgeous.

Emily | Fri, 09/10/2010

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