Isn't it funny
How,
When you send your pain
Out into the universe,
Comfort comes back
In the simplest of ways?
A kitten's kiss
On the tip of my nose,
A dog's adoring gaze
As she snuggles
Against my leg,
A favorite song
From long ago
Suddenly playing
On the radio,
A late season flower
Blooming unexpectedly
In the corner of my garden...
All provide proof
That God has not forsaken me
And is quietly at work
In my life.
Wraps itself around the shoulders like a comfortable blanket ... these lines are beautiful and soothing, Rebecca, reminding us to be thankful for the little things - well done.
Poetry. Various urgent, lively, and sometimes haunting poems appear here alongside stark black and white photos of Jones' homeless subjects. Jones takes on the plight of the homeless in different voices, echoing the thoughts of people on the streets,
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Georg
Thanks for the touch.
Lisa