"In my own life, as
winters turn into spring, I find it not only hard to cope with mud but also
hard to credit the small harbingers of larger life to come, hard to hope until
the outcome is secure. Spring teaches me to look more carefully for the green
stems of possibility; for the intuitive hunch that may turn into a larger
insight, for the glance or touch that may thaw a frozen relationship, for the
stranger's act of kindness that makes the world seem hospitable again." ~ Parker Palmer, Author/Educator
I was flying Across the deep And I saw the delicacy Of life Wrinkles on the faces Of the old So pure they glistened Like awards The joy of children Running with abandon Their laughter ringing Like chimes in the wind I saw the soft moving waves Across the sea And the trees releasing Their rainbow leaves Birds joined me on my flight And I saw the surface of their wings Adorned with patterns Glorious and unfurled I saw the tears of the sad And the smiles of the glad The suffering in mourning And the celebration of birth As I descended toward the ground Slowly, slowly, softly I saw the gentle grass of the field And smelled the fresh earth It was a perfect landing © 2018 Timothy Moody
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