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Those Rare Days - June 28, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Jun 27
  • 1 min read

when every traffic light turns green

every checkout line is empty

every call is well-received

every door opens easily 

every face friendly

and the day glides

like knife through cake

 

I’m sure you’ve had at least one

 

and if it’s God’s doing, is it some

thrown bone of sympathy, some

reward for all the tough times

 

like a treat after a lifetime of mediocre

meals, when He decides to create

an excellent dessert

 

you’ll notice though, He

never steps out of the kitchen

to answer any of your questions

 
 
 

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