some days come early
premature
surprisingly blessed
unexpected
at the touch of the Master’s hand
the Universe delivers
like a flourish of birds
to your breadcrumb offerings
leaving you dumbstruck
in tears of gratitude
you relinquish the tourniquet wait
the all wrapped up and out of reach
of five dollar daisies in crystal
peel the suffocating cellophane
limited mind set
give in and just receive
as if the tip did not depend on it
just breathe
Like this:
Like Loading...
Related
About hrobertson2013
“Each man ( and mermaid) will be like a shelter from the wind and a refuge from the storm, like streams of water in the desert and the shadow of a great rock in a thirsty land”.
Isa 32:2 NIV
Warning: The author of this blog is not an ordinary individual.
Even Mermaids need a rest from all that's real and grown up. Welcome to the wonder of blog. Come be audience to all that's wet and wild in her stories, poems and thoughts. Instructor by day, super hero by night, and mystical mermaid by summer. Whenever she has the fortune of diving into a pond, reservoir, or mountain waterfall, you'll find her there swimming, and singing songs of life.
