On a splendid Thursday morning, an Angel appears to me with the "word".
And he asks me-
How much is enough?
The cool breeze in it's splendor
is enough to awaken a knowing
that you are here for a reason.
If only to delight in the sight of fungi
glistening next to green blades of grass
being nestled among
the dew
My daughter's hand
nestled in mine
as soft and small as only
a child's innocence can be
What is enough
when a moment of presence can
provide splendor to break
open the heart
so that it can mend once more
growing stronger
with every beat knowing
that I chose to be here and now
if only to be shown how to
slow down enough to see and hear these words.
And he asks me-
How much is enough?
The cool breeze in it's splendor
is enough to awaken a knowing
that you are here for a reason.
If only to delight in the sight of fungi
glistening next to green blades of grass
being nestled among
the dew
My daughter's hand
nestled in mine
as soft and small as only
a child's innocence can be
What is enough
when a moment of presence can
provide splendor to break
open the heart
so that it can mend once more
growing stronger
with every beat knowing
that I chose to be here and now
if only to be shown how to
slow down enough to see and hear these words.
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