Friday, March 7, 2014


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.

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