I have written at least one poem every day for the last 800 days. I’m thankful for the season, but I think it is over for the moment. maybe it will morph into something different but I have no idea what that will look like. thanks for reading, thank you for every kind word, and encouragement, like and share. I appreciate it more than I can say.
courage, dear heart,
follow the rhythm of the seasons,
and leave neither too early,
nor far too late, but right on time.
and when an end approaches,
threshold of unknowns
and new beginnings,
open your heart,
stretch out open hands,
and do not fear the gifts life brings
though sometimes they look like darkness –
spring always follows winter.
in the economy of Love,
resurrection is inevitable.
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