Life is beautiful.
If you don't believe me,
go outside.
Lie down under a tree and
stare up through the branches,
watch light dance through the leaves
as a breeze carries
the whisper of God
just out of reach --
listen to the thunderous pulsing
of chirping cicadas
and marvel
at the ordered tangle of branches.
Take nothing with you --
no book, no journal,
no distractions.
Just your soul.
You are alive,
and life
is beautiful.
Obviously, it being November, there are no cicadas chirping outside anymore. I wrote this poem months ago, and have been eager to share it with you since. So why did it take so long? I'm not entirely sure. Go outside and lie down under a tree anyway. Appreciate what you hear and see, even if it's just wind whistling through empty branches. Let me know what you discover. Your own soul, perhaps?
*Photo by my husband, Paul
Obviously, it being November, there are no cicadas chirping outside anymore. I wrote this poem months ago, and have been eager to share it with you since. So why did it take so long? I'm not entirely sure. Go outside and lie down under a tree anyway. Appreciate what you hear and see, even if it's just wind whistling through empty branches. Let me know what you discover. Your own soul, perhaps?
*Photo by my husband, Paul
Love the quiet beauty of this poem paired with the stillness of that photo!! And your paragraph at the end was soo gorgeous as well - "Appreciate what you hear and see, even if it's just wind whistling through empty branches. Let me know what you discover. Your own soul, perhaps?"
ReplyDeleteThank you, Olivia! I forgot to mention that my husband took the photo... *sneaks away to add attribution*.
DeleteYour writing is so beautiful ♥
ReplyDeleteThank you!
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