On An Ordinary Tuesday Comments

I was moved past words. Imagine that: a poet moved past words! And so it went: our walking became prayer, prayer became offering, and morning light was Heaven's Grace spreading everywhere we stepped.- - - - - - - A poem that elevates an ordinary Tuesday feelings to a spiritual feelings of grace and compassion.

A poem that makes its mark on time. I will leave the prayers to disperse in the wind.. Interesting poem, does not explore nature as promised.