The Magic of Nuance
October’s Blessings Yellow, orange, red Will rain down upon us In the days ahead Gentle reminders The more things change The more they stay the same But, through the magic of nuance The promise of new remains
October’s Blessings Yellow, orange, red Will rain down upon us In the days ahead Gentle reminders The more things change The more they stay the same But, through the magic of nuance The promise of new remains
Keep your eyes on Skies of Blue Where peace reigns And dreams come true Where troubles float On clouds of fair weather Away, away, away They’ll go together As day turns to evening Stars shine through Glimmers of hope in Skies of Blue
Inevitably, there will be mountains Majestic, mysterious, immovable things With so many lessons With them, they’ll bring Valleys and peaks Highs and lows To a myriad of places On those mountains, we’ll go Up to the peak On top of it all But the air is thin And it’s a long way to fall Down… Read More Mountains
Even the plants wilt Under the weight Of July Yet still they grow Yet still they try To reach the sun To touch the sky
When the world becomes Stifling Heavy Harsh Breathe in the breeze And open your heart To find the good To seek the light The light that brightens The darkest night And whispers softly “All will be alright.”
Some days We underestimate The power of the sun To brighten To lighten To lift The heaviness away From heads From hearts Some days
There’s a time for reflection A time for change Just as there’s a time To rearrange But there’s also a time To be still and know You can be paralyzed By the go, go, go The “this and that” Things that distract Can knock your purpose Off its track Though you’re lost You can be… Read More There’s a Time
Perfect days are meant To be bottled and saved Uncorked and savored On less-perfect days On days that need brightening In every way They will bless us with colors That with us will stay To uplift our spirits On those less-perfect days
What can we learn From the wind, the rain? Our troubles are transient As is our pain What can we learn From the moon, the sun? When one day has ended A new day’s begun What can we learn From the changing seasons We all have a place, A time and a reason
It is in the middleOf your storyWhen you truly find outThe strength it takesTo turn the page
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