“Travel light, seek the light, spread the light, be the light” – unknown
Thirsty souls and open hearts ready to go exploring
To water this arid land
With new experiences and pure thoughts
For the most beaten heart can still drink the syrup of the honey suckle
The most buried soul can still uproot itself from the trodden soil
So never doubt the resilience of the songbird,
As it rises again each morning
praising the world for all its beauty
For it’s wise enough to know that there cannot be light without the darkness,
So fly away beautiful butterfly,
Free spirit with a bruised soul,
You’ll rise again tomorrow
With a renewed understanding of your world
For the most beaten heart can still drink the syrup of the honey suckle… Awesome!
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Love it. Love it. Again something you have written reminds me of something else and once again it is something religious. My favorite hymn is Morning has Broken (Cat Stevens). It has the same joyous celebration of each day, each new beginning.
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