The Gift of Each Moment
Though through tears we may grieve,
with regrets we may mourn,
until the day dawns
and the shadows flee away,
Your love is sufficient.
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Let us treasure one another…every moment.
Wishing all a beautiful day.
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Why I Love the Morning [a Poem]
By Cynthia Cady Stanton | Featured Contributor
It’s the quiet…
the ease of peace
that permeates –
just as the light gently travels
through the trees
and into my soul.
It’s the anticipation…
of yet another chance
for lessons to take root –
and new directions
to unfold.
It’s the trust…
that all the days past
have been worth any pain,
and there are no regrets
which can darken this new light.
It’s the love…
that gratitude which shimmers
and brightens my vision
to just how blessed it is
to have this life,
this very day.
I am but a bird singing,
a flower opening,
a cat purring,
and a baby giggling.
Mornings have this affect on me.
They elate.
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The Beauty We Miss
Stop and smell the roses,
Smell that sweet aroma,
Admire the dew
on each crimson petal,
Simple pleasures
to let sink in and settle.
The beauty that you miss,
can truly be bliss.
Wake up to a gallery
of wonders every morning,
Marvel in every little detail,
it is ever so revitalizing,
In this busy world which we live,
we must remember one thing,
Slow down…life is for savoring.
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Thank you, Duncan, for this beautifully penned, timely reminder.
Wishing everyone a lovely day.
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You Are Loved.
A mother is like a flower–
each one beautiful and unique.
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Wishing every mom out there a lovely and restful Mother’s Day.
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