i searched till i found beauty,
in the simplest things....
in the hand of a friend,
a leaf blown by the wind,
...
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A made for Sunday poem, almost epistlesque with a sprinkling of beatitudeair...I like it...Think I'll go and light a candle after catching a few nods...So many things we have in our grasps to be thankful for...as you eloquently express here, and that I must concur with you on...Well Done ~FjR~
You are a man with an unobstructed visions. To see what you see one must have the eyes of God.