In the shadow
Of resilience
Change
Like the hue
Of the leaves
Gives me hope
Enough to
Chase the
Pot of gold
At the end
Of your rainbow
The colors
Of grace
Illuminate the soul
Of this weary
Wee lad
And bring
The countenance
Looking for
The bright beginning
Love that thought "the colors of grace illuminate the soul"...so beautiful! Thank you. :D
ReplyDeleteI hope that you will find your pot of Gold! Hugs!
ReplyDeleteEvery day can have a bright beginning and ending. Blessings!
ReplyDeleteMay many bright beginnings find you my dear friend. Glad to hear that you received my mail. I'm not online as often these days but wanted you to know that you are supported and loved <3
ReplyDeleteLovely words.
ReplyDeleteGod bless.
All the best Jan
You have a great talent for putting all these thoughts together - from the changing leaves to the pot of gold!
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautifully evocative piece! Your words capture both the strength and gentle hope that come with change, like a quiet promise of brighter days ahead. Happy weekend. I hope it’s a happy one for you. I’ve just posted something new, and I'd love to hear what you think. Please give it a read! https://www.melodyjacob.com/2024/10/the-social-media-trap-of-judging-relationships-by-one-sided-narratives.html
ReplyDeleteIt's so important to seek the silver lining in everything.
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We all hope for the bright beginning to lift our weariness. I can identify with this poem tonight. Alana ramblinwitham.blogspot.com
ReplyDeleteChange can be scary but sometimes it is just what we needed to give us a boost!
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ReplyDeleteThe colors of grace illuminate the soul.....I like that.
ReplyDeleteHave a terrific week ahead, Regine.
~Sheri
New days, new beginnings. Lovely post.
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Beautiful words. Take care.
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