Sippy the coffee. oh how I love the sippy. I got a big deep, dark, French roast this morning. Yum. Love the smell of the grind and the sound of the crack and crunch on those little beans. aaaahhh.
Well, the world according to this Geezer feels, looks, smells real darn nice. No denying the push of autumn and the smell of life shifting on the surface as the push for final harvests calls. Love the market this time of year.
So, yesterday had all kinds of Peace smells. I could have and just might later, go on about more smells of Peace.
What about the texture of Gratitude?
THE TEXTURE OF GRATITUDE
The fiber of Gratitude is silk
thread strong, smooth as a baby’s
sweet butt, soft as the melt of butter
on toast.
The texture of Gratitude;
a jagged scar left from the
threat of life saved on the
edge of death call
The grain of Gratitude
humbles itself before the
shifting sea of life’s oceans
seeking a safe place to beach
The weave of Gratitude
tapestries a garment of
great sorrow and great
Joy on your shoulders
The surface of Gratitude
gathers All the great and
small; pushes deep into the heart
loves desire for the highest good
The filament of Gratitude
is seamless and sometimes
unseen. Ever present to cast
hope out into the world
We are all strands of Gratitude
weaving a pattern of life in
the spaces between the spaces
Remembering what we are grateful for
Jeanne, I love this, I think it is one of your best.
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wow… thanks Jackie. I appreciate that.
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