Tuesday, January 21, 2020

Words

Branches dressed in ice
The dawn
Of the new
Day where
Hope flies
Peace
Of majestic birds
Greet me
From the
Bird feeder
And even
In arctic chill
I lift up
My countenance
In gladness
For life
And endless possibilities
Even in disability
I have a privilege
Most of world
May not
Blessed
Am I
By the King
Of Kings

18 comments:

  1. We are certainly somehow privileged;
    Beautiful poem.
    Thank you for your presence at the house this January.

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  2. Love that first image!
    Sarah at smallworldreads.com

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  3. Yes, very beautiful and incredibly uplifting...oh thank you so much for sharing your thoughts! :))

    Big Hugs xxx

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  4. I always love getting your beautiful insight and words!

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  5. I get a hint of spring in your words.

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  6. Love that excitement of a new day! xo, Biana -BlovedBoston

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  7. You paint a lovely picture here :-D

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  8. You were so thankful on that cold January day. And a reminder for us to be thankful as well.

    ~Sheri

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  9. Lovely, I can totally see it! Nice uplifting prose in stressful days.

    Allie of
    www.allienyc.com

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  10. The images you create make me smile. 😊

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  11. I love watching birds! Beautiful words, Rue! :)

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  12. Lovely words, food for thought here.
    Hugs, Neet xx

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  13. Hallelujah - we so need to be constantly aware of our position in Christ, and to cultivate an attitude of gratitude for that in all circumstances
    Blessings
    Maxine

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