Because God counts every drop,
after rain even a nameless trickle
blesses as it disappears,
shrugging its way lower into the grass.
Even though God counts every drop,
when a baby’s cry joins
the flow of human voices,
it demands to be named the way rivers are.
Dennis Schmitz
To Sophia on Her Naming / The Theory of a Unified Field / The Tao of Giving / The Shaming of the Egg Thief / The Red Shoes / Perdition
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