A moment dark and rich like a beautiful piece of mahogany drenched by sunshine danced across my mind how can it be so deep and yet so bright? but everything was deeper and brighter when I yielded my senses to it These moments that surprise so simple yet complex-willing me to engage they are upon me before I can blink- the scent from the cedar chest where the past collides with the present–my grandmother’s quilts embracing the scribbles from my children, merging into something nostalgic and magical the faint twinkle in the eye of a friend that sparks a smile, a reassurance passed without words the unexpected fluttering of the curtains in evening reminding me to let myself feel and be moved the thought that I may be stronger than I feel so much hope entangled with a twinge of sadness because nothing stays the same the poignant sound in a memory the hand of love faintly touching not to soothe or to take, but just to be steady, unassuming, comfortable the shooting star that prompts the wish the winding road to the unfamiliar the skies changing above me in tandem with my thoughts the laugh ringing out from the other room yes, these snippets of life quiet me into a stillness of wonder they are the sand that remains after the sifting of the day the precious reminders needed to survive
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A moment, dark and rich
A moment dark and rich like a beautiful piece of mahogany drenched by sunshine danced across my mind how can it be so deep and yet so bright? but everything was deeper and brighter when I yielded my senses to it These moments that surprise so simple yet complex-willing me to engage they are upon me before I can blink- the scent from the cedar chest where the past collides with the present–my grandmother’s quilts embracing the scribbles from my children, merging into something nostalgic and magical the faint twinkle in the eye of a friend that sparks a smile, a reassurance passed without words the unexpected fluttering of the curtains in evening reminding me to let myself feel and be moved the thought that I may be stronger than I feel so much hope entangled with a twinge of sadness because nothing stays the same the poignant sound in a memory the hand of love faintly touching not to soothe or to take, but just to be steady, unassuming, comfortable the shooting star that prompts the wish the winding road to the unfamiliar the skies changing above me in tandem with my thoughts the laugh ringing out from the other room yes, these snippets of life quiet me into a stillness of wonder they are the sand that remains after the sifting of the day the precious reminders needed to survive