At first glance
I saw a man
Back slumped, head down
Weathering the storms
In this life-
Not giving up
But, oh, so tired-
If only I could see his face
Faces often tell our stories
Our eyes allowing
An elusive glimpse into the soul-
But his back was turned
And I passed by too quickly
For any other possibilities-
One more glance
In my periphery-
Oh, it was not a man
It was an old piece of wood
Worn down from
A different set of storms-
No longer holding branches
That held leaves
No longer able
To reach toward the sun-
It was not a man
But it easily could have been
Back slumped, head down
Not giving up
But, oh, so tired-
Still able to reach
Toward the sun
With a little help
And encouragement
After sharing an elusive glimpse
With a neighbor-one soul into another
Piano Girl 
Oh wow, Kelley. For so many reasons, this “speaks” to my heart. I love how your heart “sees” everything God created! I see it, too! “Worn down from a different set of storms–no longer holding branches…it was not a man, but it easily could have been,..
still able to reach toward the sun with a little help.”
Kelley, how powerful and brilliant! Much love, my friend. ❣️🙏🏼
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Karla-your words encourage me to keep writing! Thank you! ❤️
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YES! I’m so happy to hear that–don’t stop, Kelley! You amaze me! It’s my blessing, my friend. 💚💞 YOU encourage me, too!
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