In a world where it's not easy to feel hopeful, if you can find the smallest grain of wonder, if you can seize the closest bit of good—a loved one who is present, a comfort inside your home, an astonishment within nature—hold onto it until you feel it warm you from within. Sometimes the simplistic things in life can be the miracle worker dispensing relief for an anxious moment. - Susan Frybort
In a world where rugs are pulled
and tables turned, words fall flat
and hears get burned,
thre are three things
I know for sure:
Life goes on,
Love endures, and
gratitude is worry's cure. - Susan Frybort
This blog is a way for me to communicate with web browsing friends all over the world, and will serve as a virtual diary for me to share my perspective on the weird in the world.
Showing posts with label Peony. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Peony. Show all posts
Friday, May 28, 2021
Bless all brave things..
Bless all brave things
the prayer I cannot pray.
The worlds that rest unpsoken.
the feelings that can't be names.
the grief that bursts wide open.
the cry that turned to laughter.
the smile that broke the ice.
the pain that was cut off.
the peom I couldn't write.
Life, bless all the forming things
that escape or remain in me;
thsoe resisitng to be seen,
and the ones that risk
coming out
as brave beginnings . - Susan Frybort
the prayer I cannot pray.
The worlds that rest unpsoken.
the feelings that can't be names.
the grief that bursts wide open.
the cry that turned to laughter.
the smile that broke the ice.
the pain that was cut off.
the peom I couldn't write.
Life, bless all the forming things
that escape or remain in me;
thsoe resisitng to be seen,
and the ones that risk
coming out
as brave beginnings . - Susan Frybort
Monday, May 25, 2020
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