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In winter I went looking for beauty.
I found it in a creek,
there round the cold boulders
where the ice had hardened.
I knelt on the rocks to see.
I lay down to get even closer,
stomach on stone,
nose near the surface,
eyes searching, finding, seeing,
legs cramping,
my thin fingers freezing.
Lord God, may all your pilgrims
be so blessed.

Photo of ice in Naaman's Creek, Arden, Delaware.

Photo and prayer 2015 by Danny N. Schweers

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