I am surrounded by beauty
which I experience as love,
cascading color, form, texture,
radiating peace to me in soft waves,
tendrils of grace. Even if I were blind,
they would touch me and make me
glad, lifting, deeply breathing the joy
of life to be, and the grace of what is.
If I were blind, I am still surrounded by song,
from sparrows and sinsontes, (a word
which is a song in itself, meaning mockingbird),
from amorous frogs, even the wind is singing.
I too will sing of the joy of grace, pressed down,
running over, the tender cord binding us all
to this miracle earth where we all grow
into eternal light.
Another wowza Susan, Loreexx
Thanks, Larry!
Love this my friend. Strong Ink Indeed!