New to come and old to pass
follow the path
along The Way
and who’s to know and who’s to say
where, oh where you may bloom
may be every place and every room
in every way you ever dreamed
in all the wonder as you believe,
so look to the light and open to sky
every path leads you higher
all the ways
and every gate
is another way to relate
grace and openness
joy and song
simple ways lead you on
to a bright, clear purpose
calling you
stay in the present
it’s coming through
with times of cheer shining on
as gentle tears fall away
and springtime blossoms
every day.
And tiny fruits are forming now
so sunshine lights the path
and abundance fills the harvest hearth.
Written on September 13,
2013, with bright pink Geranium
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