Maybe if we’d catch
ourselves in our own arms and sing
ourselves a comforting song,
we could climb back up
and fly once more.
JDG
Day 166 – Bit By Bit
Learning to turn my
thoughts toward gratitude
and away from complaint.
JDG
have you seen how hope…
I wanted to share this lovely poem by Sarah Whitely from her blog ebbtide.wordpress.com
have you seen how hope
gathers at the edge of pain?
how like first light, it graces
the thin lip of the ridge
before sweeping wholesale
down the slope?
how sometimes it is slow
to gather, and even slower
to rise up over the noise
of our daily just-eking-by?
love, too, is like this –
it should spill over like time
that can’t be bound by hours,
it should shake your petals
© Sarah Whiteley
A Hurried Offering
Too soon, they bloom,
those twin cherry trees,
and too soon they’ll fade.
JDG
A man must…
I wanted to share this image and quote from Natalie Scarberry’s blog, Sacred Touches.
You Never Know
When my pen is poised and the words refuse
to flow, it could
be a sign
to dive
deep,
keep
silent,
and simply
sit and wait ’til
inspiration strikes or I fall asleep.
JDG
Day 165 – The Full Treatment
For a week I showed
care for myself
by treating a bad cold,
but I’m back now
to caring for myself
with the treat of exercise.
JDG
Unintentionally Obtuse
The wider my mind opens,
the more and less I know.
A thoughtless paradox
or a poet’s paradise?
JDG
At The Ready
Chicken soup and rest –
timeless remedies for both
body and soul.
JDG
On This Point
They are right, you know.
Mental health is the issue.
Who in their right mind
would sell civilians assault
rifles and who would buy them?
JDG
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