By the sidewalk,
tucked in and beautiful
a clutch of white lilies bloom.
“Faith is like a lily, lifted high and white.”
~ Christina Rossetti, poet
(1830 ~ 1894)
Writing daily about my journeys through books, movies and plays along with poetry, story, or an occasional wander into ideas, opinions or rants.
By the sidewalk,
tucked in and beautiful
a clutch of white lilies bloom.
“Faith is like a lily, lifted high and white.”
~ Christina Rossetti, poet
(1830 ~ 1894)
Wondering what there is at the end
of the journey of life is
full of imaginings and worries
until I tire of wondering
setting my bare feet into new grass
to feel cool earth.
Wondering what tomorrow will bring
~ easy to let go of because
I’ve known many tomorrows,
for the imaginings and worries
are thin and without substance.
Wondering what my purpose in this world
could be seems empty of meaning.
So I just enjoy the surroundings of home
and the sun setting over the roof tops.
“You see, the what if's are as boundless as the stars.”
~ Sally Gardner, Maggot Moon
Options tested for
here and there,
why and why not,
for maybe and for sure
take up too much space
in a muddled head,
while ordinary tasks
get done. People say
‘you think too much’
and maybe so but I want
the goshawks and sparrows,
the robins and meadow larks
to know that their beauty is
part of life that lifts
‘too much thinking’ to the skies of
possibility for each tomorrow.
“Sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”
~ Lewis Carroll