A poetic journey through my mind

Little Things

the mystery that lies within,
the dreaming that’s our second skin,
the paths we walk, the winds that blow,
the words that let our spirits know,
that what is now has gone before,
the quiet that’s our inner core,
the timeless wonder of the stars
that whispers “this too can be ours”,
the magic of a single minute,
that has so many choices in it,
the peace that dwells within a flower,
the lifetime held within each hour,
the caring touch of heart to heart,
the soul healing power of loving art.

One response

  1. The last two lines speak so well about how I feel about the benefits gained in our wonderful circle of blogging friends:
    “the caring touch of heart to heart,
    the soul healing power of loving art.”

    Bless you!

    March 28, 2012 at 2:55 pm

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