While on the morning path Head down Troubled about To do Not done Too much Too Little Too Late All the mistakes I have made Piling up in a twisted heap Suddenly Gratitude appeared. There it was Vivid against a clear blue sky. A Star Flower Facing north High above on a utility pole In plain daylight. A giant red blossom with gently curving petals A green stem with two small jutting leaves Surrounded in white Studded with lights Not yet illuminated. A small town decoration A reminder Of blessings. Gratitude appeared. The star is a beacon Of hope, a shining light That guides the way. The flower a symbol of joy. The night sky and the ground meet Between them With a magical and inspiring presence. Give thanks for the stars For the flowers For the trees and hills For loving hands For loving hearts For forgiveness. Gratitude appeared And showed me The to do will get done Too much is enough Too little, adequate. The mistakes human, All lessons to learn. Give thanks For what is What was What is to come.
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A great pause for that feeling of being frazzled that can creep into rare moments of quiet! Thanks