Risking It ~

 "and the day came

when the risk to remain tight

in a bud

was more painful

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than the risk

it took

to blossom"

Anais Nin

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enjoying a little

poppy fever

 here

 

One Little Question ~

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“Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?” 

Mary Oliver

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In the Midst of Winter ~

I

needed

a flower today

something

vibrant

in

the midst of

the white and gray and blue

and a poem

possibly my favorite

although

I'm prone to more than one favorite

I think

these will do

quite nicely

~ ~ ~

THESE RUDE FEET

by

Gerhard E. Frost

It isn't my story,

but let me tell it:

In the Scottish highlands

a man of science knelt,

crouched in the morning dew,

the better to hold a microscope

over a heather bell.

Lost in blue traceries of exquisite design

he saw a sun-drawn figure,

the shadow of a man.

Gazing up into a shepherd's face,

he quickly bade him look.

One long moment

the old man stood, beholding,

pierced by microscopic patterns

in the flower.

Then he spoke: "I wish

you'd never shown me that!"

"But, why?" was the surprised response.

"Because," the old man said,

gazing at two worn boots,

"these rude feet have crushed

so many of them."

These rude feet,

and this God's day,

this most resplendent hour!

Father of mercies,

give me eyes,

make me aware:

I walk in Gift today.