I find myself more
And more often
Marvelling at the tiny things-
A singular whispy cloud
The feet of a bird
The way the wind echoes
While making its way
Through the row of pines
Across the street-
Even now, the gentle tap
Of raindrops on the roof-
Sometimes I feel silly
Talking about such things
Especially during times of heartache and confusion-
But I cannot ignore them-
I think maybe it’s these tiny things
That are holding me up
Pulling me through
Reminding me to see the hope
In my granddaughter’s eyes
Happy Easter! ✝️🕊️💜
“The people walking in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of deep darkness a light has dawned.”
Isaiah 9:2

Wonderful ♥️
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Thank you! ☺️
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Yes! The silkiness of a cat’s fur, a child’s laughter….the small things are like tiny miracles!
Happy Easter to you.
Dianne Moritz
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Thank you, Dianne!
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Kelley…I love this even more today. Happy Easter. 💜🙏🏻
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Thank you, Carrie. 💜
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Amen, Kelley! It IS the little things, my friend. What a beautifully-expressed poem and verse of truth. Happy Resurrection Day to you and your precious family. 🙏✨💖
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Thank you, Karla. Happy Easter! 🕊️💜
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You’re welcome, sweet friend. 💕🐣 thank you!
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Lovely…🌻
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Thank you. ☺️
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I agree dear poet. My five grandchildren made me know. I did good. A wonderful and beautiful poem.
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Grandchildren bring a whole new perspective. Thank you!
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