Textured

Our lives
textured by our moments we share
layered in beauty
we hold out our empty hands
knowing more will find us
heaped to overflowing,
shared with all in need.
Dreams of abundance filter through,
giving rise to our greatest wishes
blowing on the seeds
drifting on the wayward wind,
settling in the depths
as barren fields wait patiently
for our fertile thoughts to grow.
What matters as we surface
in cracks and fissures we find it all
dreaming in aimless moments,
textured in our magnificence
we are the living art
of the creator.

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31 thoughts on “Textured

  1. I was trying to post this one for today but my iPad had a brain lapse and it posted it immediately 🙂 in a mood for pretty dishes and calming words these days, serving up goodness ❤ peace and happy Monday to you ❤

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  2. Thank you so much Tre, I thought so too, peace and love and happy Sunday to you also😊 another long stretch coming up this week, riding the peace wave💚☮

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  3. I meant to schedule it for tomorrow am but my app screwed up, ha, that’s a blessing I’m sure…just means I have to come up with one in the morning😊☮🙏🏻thanks Pragal💜

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  4. I love what you did here, Kim:

    “we hold out our empty hands
    knowing more will find us
    heaped to overflowing,
    shared with all in need.”

    This feels like the center of the poem and it drew me all the way in. A lovely piece, indeed.

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