Today’s offering, is a poem from my heart as it ran free, while I was down and out and in the middle of a high fever: The very best way to find inspiration!
From The Heart Of A Pilgrim Soul
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face
It’s not the bottom of life itself, it was just the bottom line of a tribe that didn’t ‘get’ me.
Sometimes we are just pushed around, in and out, but in the end a cloth is made, it is the fabric of the life we have made. The dance of life, morphed into a tapestry of colour.
May you rise to the challenge
Of making amends
Even if that is a mere thought
This is a post for those who have loved and lost – you may be absolutely ok 354 days of the year, I know I Am but on anniversaries, well you know, it’s ok to dwell a little
Such are the joys of love and life, and I have enough drama to last to eternity and back
But life’s like that, and I don’t beat myself up for not going with the flow, instead I just move along until I can.
I am just a piece of fluff Blowing in the wind We all break down We blow around Until it rains Not so good, for fluff…
How those clouds dare
To race across you up there
‘To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides’ David Viscott