Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Balance

Memories, wishes and hopes. Sometimes they seem to collide. Taking past moments to prepare for the future place perspective on your outlook. Speeding through life, a long to-do list, then wondering how you'll get it all done just melts into a smile at the grin of a little one.

Plotting, planning and puttering toward the distant intent. We swish and swing and sometimes sway on the path as the breeze builds into a tempest.

Pull up the collar, push into the wind, plod on that road-keep on.

The storm clears, the trees blossom, the air warms-keep on.

Shining sun, glorious day, lift your face to the heavens-you've won.

Angie

3 comments:

  1. I don't know if you intended it, Angie, but your post is a lovely poem!

    Missy

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  2. It's a lovely poem-like post! A nice change from the ordinary blogging we do.

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