Gratitude is a perfect flower.
I carry it in the vase of my mind,
tending it with simple care.
How verdant its leaves,
and how subtly persistent
its sly fragrance.
Is there anything it can't heal?
So far, the answer is no.
Nothing escapes its unseen fingers.
Gratitude heals as surely
as sunshine melts ice.
A perfect flower, gratitude.
Go on: pick some.
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Elsa Joy Bailey: weekly blog on spiritual growth, healing & awareness.
1 comment:
Very cool Elsa. I am grateful for your beautiful spirit and guidance...sweet
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