When I am sorrowful, when I am afraid, then there is a rush in the dark wind in the trees twisting in apprehension. All my sad and bad thoughts hit my front door with their fists. I cannot move and inch and hold my head in my hands and close my eyes. At last blindly I opened the door to see who they are - and only the morning was there. The black crows were not omens but birds who had gathered on the tree opposite very early before they take to their quest for mates and nest sites. The sky is turning first a dark turquoise and then in stages lighter. White clouds high up look on the rising sun. I wonder why I doubted. Oh, I may be in pain, I may be hemmed in with my fears and yet every morning, every morning like a rainbow of promise, a dove with a branch in her beak. So I close the door and make my coffee and a piece of coffee cake I made for the weekend. Monday is here just on time. But you know, FACEBOOK FRIENDS AND FAMILY I was never a gambler but I think that I can bet on a sure thing...I bet it is morning and the sun is warm and safe and life giving. Ill wager that the sky is blue and that I will love you all this day through. Because I know your name. IT IS LOVE. LOVE ETERNAL, LOVE IN PAIN, LOVE IN THE PALM OF YOUR HAND, LOVE TO GIVE AND LOVE TO ACCEPT. LOVE IS IN THE WIND, LOVE IN ALL THE TREES AND IN ALL THE NEW LEAVES WRAPPED LIKE LITTLE CREPES AROUND EACH BRANCH. OH, LOVE IN THE SPRING AND LOVE POURED OVER YOU AND ME. WE ARE POOR WE ARE RICHY BUT HERE IT IS A MONDAY MORNING AND Ill BET ON A SURE THING.
Posted on: Mon, 24 Mar 2014 10:15:06 +0000
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