OODS OF LOVE

Sending oods
and oods
of love
to anyone
who needs it. . .

For,
what real good
are goods,
coming from below,
above,
to fishes,
furry animals,
or doves,

without
the inner strength of life,
that not only
accompanies
the sparkly warmth
of sun and stars and light–

but, actually,
precedes it?

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