We walk through fields and valleys
life moves us along as the wind blows
choosing our place between beauty and peace
we greet each storm with hope.
Colors invade the space of our senses
crafting a universe of all we see,
for choosing light through darkest clouds
we break through to find
a new and clear open horizon,
a course to chart and find
with each continued step along the way.
We close our eyes and listen
as words are said and we give it meaning
understanding when it is time to move on,
leave behind the ditches and mire
climbing out with lended hand
we reach out to grasp on to what we know
and leave the decay behind
as the shadows cry on
still muttering away about it all,
we smile and break free
flying high on a life of peace
in dancing flowers of hues too many to count,
we take our place
watching the clouds move
through the light of today.
π
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now that my Lady, is a happy comment I shall embrace always β€
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Yes, we are right below Sarasota….watching the horizon for the next round and saying prayers already it moves into the ocean away from everyone β€
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thanks Wendell, she is a wonder indeed β€
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thank you so very much old poet β€ it is always with gratitude and appreciation, a gift indeed β€
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thank you so very much π
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Absolutely and amen! Sometimes I have to distance myself from the naysayers or they do begin to drag me downββοΈ
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Reblogged this on Truth Troubles.
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Very nice poem, I enjoyed the read so I am going to reblog this one for you.
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Of course! ππ
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What you share Natalie, always makes my day beautiful! I love your words and the image…God bless!
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Beautiful! You made it through the Hurricane Irma? Great poem!
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My favorite kind of day – nothing on the calendar. ππ€£ Enjoy! π
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Thanks Betty, a calming day….tomorrow bliss of nothing planned…sweetness indeedππππ
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Thanks Magsπππππππππ gotta cap it with a green of courseππ
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You’ve got to….can’t let it drag u down….pulling out of he wallowing,,,,there’s always light if we just lookππππ»
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Ah, my sweet friend….I see hurricane Maria stirring on the horizon….I think we’ve got the inside track on this one, ha…a little humor….can’t wait for his season to be done….what next, Hurricane She,don, yikes…..more humor….staying positive.πππ»πlove and hugs to allπ
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Thank you for this. I’ve read so many doom and gloom posts. It’s nice to know that someone else still puts it all aside and finds joy in what is!!! π β€
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Reblogged this on Sacred Touches.
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“We greet each storm with hope.” A timely, uplifting piece. ππ
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Happy and uplifting! π
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Beautifully written.
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You poetry is the most beautiful therapy π
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It’s always going into as will as coming out of,the uncertainty is the underlying
Light as well as darkness,we keep searching as well as seeking
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thanks Derrick, nasty storms do that to a girl, reinforce the goodness….leave the broken brush behind π and the idea that life’s too short to deal with negative toxic people too π wish me luck at work today, ha!
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Nicely optimistic
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