Yet to me, the ultimate symbol of loveliness lies
Within a simple pearl.
Timeless and classic with exquisite grace,
The emblem of everything I aspire to be.
A Pearl
Kaleidoscope
I am broken.Sharp pieces cut inside;leftovers of what I thought I was.But the world spins fast;Rearranging my jumbled life into new perspectives.And the Sun will rise in a few hours.All I have to do is wait for the Light,And the next pattern will shine through.Repeating what once was,But is now made new.
The Park Bench
Today I sat on a park bench watching and waiting People passed by on the street without looking up I wondered why the ground was so interesting. One child dared glance up at my gaze A smile was in her eyes The breeze blew a crumpled paper to my feet. I almost didn’t look to see what was hidden there Smoothing the battered sheet displayed A beautiful drawing… too imperfect for its mortal maker Later I walked down the street A man was sitting on a park bench watching and waiting I looked up at him with a smile in my eyes His eyes smiled back
The Light-hearted Lilly
I sat once in a garden swing enjoying a sunshiny day, When on the breeze I heard the talk of flower sprites underway. “Come and sing a song with me,” said the Lily to the Rose with sport. “I’m much too dignified for all of that,” was the red flower’s stuffy retort. So to the Daisy the Lily asked, “Won’t you join in my fun?” But the little bud was busy, soaking up the sun. She continued with effort to find a friend, but with no luck it came That the Lighthearted Lily decided on her own to play a game. She sang a song pure, simple, and sweet with a voice born in the dew; It made me forget the troubles of life bringing joy and spirit renewed. I too began to sing with the lily on the wind The song that all the lilies sing of how to be a friend. And one by one the song was joined by other garden dwellers; Such a chorus I’ve never heard like that of all the flowers.
Rain
In the earliest moments of morning, Long before day decides to dawn. I lie awake in my bed. Drinking in the drizzle as it Tap dances across my open window Inhaling the wet mist drifting into my room. Cold air hangs above my warm blanket. Dark. Shadows creep across the walls. In this moment Entranced by the Simple Reality of Rain.
Around the Bend
Traveling life’s bumpy road I’ve found turns around the bend Unexpected ups and downs Acquaintances and friends At times the path leads to a mountain And I struggle with the climb But when I look down from the top I see a grand design How all things in this world connect Each person is part of a plan To teach and stretch and strengthen To press forward hand in hand We need each other to reach our goals Who knows what’s round the next bend In helping others we help ourselves To strive on and endure to the end.
Code Name Verity by Elizabeth E. Wein
I am no longer afraid of getting old. Indeed I can’t believe I ever said anything so stupid. So childish. So offensive and arrogant.
But mainly, so very, very stupid. I desperately want to grow old.
The Stormlight Archive by Brandon Sanderson
To love the journey is to accept no such end. I have found, through painful experience, that the most important step a person can take is always the next one.
The Iron Trial (Magisterium #1) by Holly Black & Cassandra Clare
They all yelled in excitement. Tamara yelled because she was happy. Aaron yelled because he liked it when other people were happy, and Call yelled because he was sure they were going to die.
Go With Gusto
How much gusto have you shown in just the last 4 hours? If you’re like me, probably not enough. It’s so easy to get caught up in the routine of life. We often forget or don’t see the little miracles that surround us daily. We need to fight complacency with all we’ve got and delight in the wonder of everyday moments.