Fluid flames in the voice
Fragile tears in the eye...
They cleanse the dust in the body
and the fog in the mind and doubt in the heart
I call this flowers.
On the bank of the sea
waves bump into waves
and no casualties, no martyrs as a result.
The sea comes to aliveness during the transaction.
We watch a yard-full-of-grass
Thriving on a few raindrops. What simplicity, what elegance my friend!
Remember: We're watching the birth of Jesus
In everything we do and everything we touch.
This is more than enough my friend; more than enough.
Let's learn to say enough, my friend.
What is wanted is ever there for the loving. We need but love to embrace the treasures you speak of. Thank you dearest Guthema, flowers, the smiles and grace of creation gifted to us, as too You.
ReplyDeleteEvery breath is a new birth unfolding. Amen, Guthema. Thank you.
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