I find my hope in quiet things
like a puzzle solved, a truth that sings,
the moment chaos steps aside
and lets me take the wheel and guide.
the moment chaos steps aside
and lets me take the wheel and guide.
I find it when the small things shine,
a pattern forming clean and fine,
a story rising from the dust
that says, you can, because you must.
a pattern forming clean and fine,
a story rising from the dust
that says, you can, because you must.
I find it in the spark that stays,
imagination’s steady blaze,
the proof my mind can still create
a brighter path, a lighter weight.
imagination’s steady blaze,
the proof my mind can still create
a brighter path, a lighter weight.
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Last month, The Gal did a 30-day gratitude challenge. I've swiped it to do for July. Only I'm going to try to do it in rhyme, just because.
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