A chorus of frogs serenaded us all through the night. It was peaceful.
Yesterday my eyes caught sight of three pink blossomed trees and my heart leapt with joy.
I feel poetic. But I feel worn.
Living gets messy and painful and the heart searches the horizon for the light of the dawn.
The barrage of the mundane, the difficult.
Loneliness clouds the sunshine.
I sink and I rise. Empty and full.
My soul sways as in a turbulent sea.
Yet I am anchored and that is why I do not drift.
And my hope looks for pink blossoms. The promise that life is beautiful.
The reassurance that even though I can't foresee what lies ahead, there is the ONE that walks it ahead of me.