Monday, October 25, 2010

Lost and Found Days

There are days where you start late
even though you woke early
Miss your favorite yoga class
end up in a tears over something small
and sit, defeated.
For hours.

Bits of grace can shine on days like this,
oh yes I know it is the truth
because even though I didn't get to the post office as planned
the post brought my solace:

I hold on to this rock
and remember she whose hands crafted its art...

I meditate on the One who brought sand and silt and water and earth together
and made a vessel out of a human dove
so that my heart could be mended
from across the miles
under this wing.

There is magic in her hands, my friends - you might do well to be healed a bit, too.



mme. bookling said...

Oh dear wonderment almighty.

Cat said...


she is a gem

love and light

MrsLittleJeans said...

You sure know how to string those words together, and I second everything you said Allison! You must be feeling wonderful now! xo

DalaHorse said...

That is a rock with a soul! beautiful artwork so heartwarming! ♥

CrowNology said...

Grounded on the wings of a Dove...

UmberDove said...

Oh miss MIss MISS!

I swear. With each passing day you become more and more dear to me. Fate is never so very random, is it?

gallerydarrow said...

Bits of grace indeed!

xo, Ro