Raising my face to the sky,
I celebrate: b l e s s e d beyond
measure. Woke up above ground,
with breath in my lungs: how can
I not help but sing? So it's
hot: could be worse. Glad it's not.
A perfect stretch of blue, the
floor of Heaven my ceiling ---
clouds do not think of scuffing.
Isn't life just beautiful?
Counting blessings this morning,
looking up with gratitude. =]
Karla, each of us needs to be more grateful for every blessing bestowed upon us daily, minute by minute. Your, "perfect stretch of blue, the floor of Heaven, my ceiling" is both spiritual and romantic at the same time my dear friend. You captured an emotion and a perspective all in one. My the rest of your day see you joyous, peaceful and loved. Jon Michael
Untold blessings, beautifully and prominently displayed in grateful verse. Very well penned, and that picture is gorgeous! Well done, Karla; brava!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :D
Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)
Reviewed on August 3, 2010
Your poetry keeps getting better and better. There used to be a homeless guy near my office. On the streets; but always grateful. Whenever I'd ask him how he was, he would reply: "Another day above ground. Can't complain!" Sound familiar?
These song lyrics and art are tales, tides and twinkling lights - tunes telling stories of warmth and sun, city and sand, paths that lead, and the coins we can keep in the Karma Bank. Spirit's been bypassed for sorrow, dreaming of a better tomorrow .
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Cheers,
Dan
Be always safe,
Karen
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :D
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