I have mourned lost days When I accomplished nothing of importance. But not lately. Lately under the lunar tide Of a woman’s ocean, I work My own sea-change: Turning grains of sand to human eyes. I daydream after breakfast While the spirit of egg and toast Knits together a length of bone As fine as a wheatstalk. Later, as I postpone weeding the garden I will make two hands That may tend a hundred gardens.
I need ten full moons exactly For keeping the animal promise. I offer myself up: unsaintly, but Transmuted anyway By the most ordinary miracle. I am nothing in this world beyond the things one woman does. But here are eyes that once were pearls. And here is a second chance where there was none. 855 days ago
ℒℴνℯ~ ℒℴνℯ~ ℒℴνℯ~ ℒℴνℯ~ ℒℴνℯ~ ℒℴνℯ~ May your good times & treasures of the present ❉ *.¸¸.*✳*.¸¸.*❄*.¸¸*❆ *.¸¸.*❄.¸¸.*✳*.¸¸.*❄* Be the gift of never ending happiness, and ❉ *.¸¸.*✳*.¸¸.*❄*.¸¸*❆ *.¸¸.*❄.¸¸.*✳*.¸¸.*❄* Become your golden memories of tomorrow ℒℴνℯ~ ℒℴνℯ~ ℒℴνℯ~ ℒℴνℯ~ ℒℴνℯ~ ℒℴνℯ~ 952 days ago
Lord make me an instrument of your peace, Where there is hatred let me sow love. Where there is injury, pardon. Where there is doubt, faith. Where there is despair, hope. Where there is darkness, light. And where there is sadness, joy.
O divine master grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; To be loved as to love For it is in giving that we receive- it is in pardoning that we are pardoned. And it's in dying that we are born to eternal life. Amen - St Francis' prayer 987 days ago