A million times each day I go from…What agony it is to carry this weightTo…What a privilege it is to simply be alive today
Category: Writing
Have you ever watched a snowflake dance do you imagine a singular predestined path carried upon by the whims of the breeze it’s gentle landing – divinely decreed Have you ever watched a snowflake dance wondered if its destiny is mere happenstance a terrestrial haven found through casual serendipity – unbound of the laws of
I want to be embraced within the loving arms of solitude, quietly plant wildflowers in all my hidden corners, feel the gentle cleansing rain fall from my eyes into a pool of calm, clear waters – to nourish the life within to grow and reach the skies of my heart.
I could paint you a picture Filled with beauty and grace Hide the fears and the scars Behind the walls that I’ve made I could color with Sunshine In bold hues of red and gold Gloss over the dark shadows Those much better left unknown But when the darkened night comes Standing beside you eye
The cup Of my solitude has been emptied Spilled out upon the world Bit by bit Lovingly With reverence I pour From the quiet of my heart To renew the well Once more
Today the birds are a little quieter I hear only one lonely quiet chirp Where just a few short weeks ago there was a loud chorus. Gone now are the speedways between our hummingbird feeder and our neighbors. The breeze is much too cool to sit for long without a sweater and the leaves now
