When sadness threatens to overwhelm you, your friends
head for fields of daisies beyond the rainbow and others weep
over tagedies in their family, when your body refuses to
behave as you desire and strength and flexibility fail, look
into the heart of the rose, breathe in the wonder of its scent
her gentle shyly drooping head touches your heart and brings
you hope.
Coaxing a lily into flower totally out of season, can't help but
lift your spirits.
Go into the garden, pick off a few hundred spent rose heads
and see the rosebush glow with gratitude
echoing your lifting spirits with its perfect beauty.
My dear friend
Kathie, friend, humanist, birder extrordinair,
poet and painter wrote this poem for me and
Renee.
When Arija sings in the morning,
she calls the colours to the day
and the flowers blossom before her
and drive all her troubles away.
Her song is a song of forgivenness
and love to a hurting world,
with harmony filling the daylight
and a melody coaxing the twilight
and poetry flooding the moonlight,
Arija sings in the morning
with a song washing over the world.
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Kathie, I thank you sincely and love you dearly. You read
my very soul.
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