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May there be a home for you,
At the end of every journey.
May there be a home for you,
No matter how far you’ve gone.
May there be a home for you,
At the pause of every breath.
May there be a home for you,
In the remotest place.
May there be a light left on for you,
To help you walk through dark.
May there be a warm hearth greeting you,
And love to bloom all sparks.
For all the things that merit gratitude,
Let there be many thanks.
For all the wonders that fill hearts
And gladden souls,
Let there be thanks.
For the bounty of all blessings:
For the smiles,
The newborn children,
The rediscovery of
Newfound hopes
And boundless potential
For growth,
Let there be thanks.
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For it is not joy that
Makes us grateful,
But the thanks
that bring us
Joy.
winter is closing in soon by Gunnar Gestur on Flickr
Find a moment of magic
where the air
meets the sky;
where the light
holds back darkness
and the sun
twirls a ribbon
to the frost
swimming by.
Find a moment of magic;
breathe a lungful
of peace.
Brace your heart
with warm knowing:
There will be light on
all winter
standing sentry
till spring.
path-in-autumn-reghin-romania Found on listofpictures.blogspot.com
There is gold
in the air
ruby wealth
underfoot.
There are showers
of ocher,
breathing fairies
and wonder,
sprinkling mist
on cool weather,
building paths of
true splendor.
There is magic
to tread through,
parting leaves
end of season,
mixed with dazzling hues
of the richness of nature
spilling forth
onto you.
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Don’t you be shy, now.
Make a splash.
Laugh out loud, do not abash.
Hug a friend, tickle puppies,
Lick a lolly, share small folly.
Cook surprises, throw a party,
Make some stew, and make it hearty.
Come on now,
Seize the moment!
Put your boots on,
Make a splash.
Do not hold back.
Grin toothy joy
Into the puddle,
And let the
lightning
Do the flash.
Take a road
To the old
Olive tree.
In the city
Of God
It has seen
Two millennium of
Seasons
And more.
It has borne
Many fruits
Born of peace
Lost to war.
It allowed countless branches
Be shaken
Come harvest.
Its gifts of
Ripe ovals
Olive branch,
Nourished life
Lighted shores
Hallowed faith, custom, lore.
Take a road
To the old
Tree of yore
Still within us.
In its gnarled trunk
A history
Written in
Well-bent rings
Wrought in
Famine and drought
Rain and flood
Hope and blood.
Take a road to
The old tree that still stands
In a sacred
Scarred city
Named for sighting a peace.
It awaits
Patient and life-lived-long hollowed
To awake
One true day
To a lasting glow
Of eternal Hello.
Today, find a way.
Even hardship, worry, ill-at-ease;
Stir and shift away with breeze.
Today, find a way.
Seize a moment, hold a notion
Breathe in light, glimpse emotion
Grasp a smile.
For a while.
And the way, for today, will stop by.
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