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Tiny Bud

In the debris,

in the dust

rising from our sorrows,

we plant flowers

to lift us up.

Beauty and love always prevail,

never forget this,

even when all appears obliterated,

a tiny bud appears--

look for this.

 

◄ Painting the Days with Gratitude

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Stephen Gospage

Fri 24th Nov 2023 10:59

Exquisite and profound, Hélène.

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John Coopey

Thu 23rd Nov 2023 16:02

Uplifting, Helene.

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M.C. Newberry

Thu 23rd Nov 2023 14:55

Spot on! The intrepid power of nature is a source of endless
amazement and reassuring joy. In any city street, its ceaseless
work is still visible. Look for the so=called weeds forcing their
way upwards through the cracks in man-made cement...as if to
say "Look out there, coming through!"

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