I'm trying to get an image of the old and brown
cradling the pure and white.
But breezes blow and images won't focus.
Breezes, it doesn't take a tempest.
Unrest blows in our hearts.
Unrest, it doesn't have to be complete despair.
But we worry, we fret, we gripe, we begrudge.
When we forget to live "thank you"
and wonder why others feel distant.
Sons and daughters who neglect to look upwards
and breathe out words of thanksgiving
and wonder why God seems beyond reach.
Beyond reach and beyond trust.
Thanksgiving brings life into focus,
and gratitude uncovers Beauty
as hearts swell with Joy.
It is difficult to add to your words of wisdom. Thank you for your inspiration in words and vision. As time marches quickly, the best I can hope for is that I dropped a seed of one good thought, which will grow in someone I leave behind. Wouldn't it be nice to have started a secret garden which brings some truth to a lost world. You are your mother's daughter, bringing love and beauty to any place you are. Karen
ReplyDeleteThank you Karen..... hope you are well....
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