Path of a Heart
Mornings are not for answers, but for contemplation and observation.
A pathway along a river slow
Red and winding, shrouded in shade
Spiderwebs in the morning sun
Stretched amongst the honeysuckle.
Glistening dew already burned away
Leaving a dusty thread of white
A mom runs behind a stroller, pushing her newborn
(Burning the baby weight — not too fast, mom)
A little bird peep peep peeps over the muffled roar
A waterfall beyond the high hedge row
Wet-smelling mist drifts into the low morning sun
While water cascades
Down
Down
Down
Like the wants of a heart that never run out
Filling the river of a lifetime
That runs into the sea of a family
This is the payment for an early morning walk
Fed by a God of beauty and kindness
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Thank you for coming here and walking through the garden of my mind. No day is as brilliant in its moment as it is gilded in memory. Embrace your experience and relish gorgeous recollection.
Into every life a little light will shine. Thank you for being my luminance in whatever capacity you may. Shine on, you brilliant souls!
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