It is enough.
The note of the blackbird,
The ray of morning light unsheathed.
It is enough.
The ephemeral,
The transitory,
The falling leaf.
It is enough.
This day to feel,
The grass speak beneath my feet,
For my mouth to utter only silence.
It is enough.
To stand in stillness,
Let the breeze flush,
Life through my skin.
Breathe in the gifts.
He brings to me.
It is enough.
Simply to be.
Simply beautiful. Oh to be silent and listen to the grass speak! I love this thought. Thank you for sharing! --Sadee@aPicturebookLife.blogspot.com
ReplyDeleteso true .. in a very special way ~
ReplyDeletesuch serenity...grass speaking beneath the feet...what a cool image...
ReplyDeleteIt is enough. I felt of wave of peace as I read. Thank you :)
ReplyDeleteyes. love this suzy. thank you.
ReplyDeleteoh suzy. i never tire of your beauty.
ReplyDeleteThis is just exquisite Suzy. I am so happy to have found this lovely place. I am going to visit your other blog now. Thanks so much for visiting me!
ReplyDeleteA delight to meet you today. i hope you don't mind if I splash around a bit to get to know you. This looks like a refreshing place to dip my toes in God;s goodness.
ReplyDeleteBe blessed bunches,
Sarah
A powerful, exquisite, richly wrought poem. But more than that, it is enough...
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