If you were born and lived exclusively in winter
you might believe that only gray skies and frozen fields exist.
You might adapt and learn to love the shimmering flesh of snow.
You might master throwing snowballs
and appreciate sleeping long hours in the abundant darkness.
But you would not know the tender poppy blossoms of spring,
the bone piercing heat of summer,
or the scarlet leaves of fall.
Truth is many seasons larger than the mind can fathom.
Truth is certain that when one gives
one will always receive more.
When one dies,
one is born.
When one loves,
one knows God.
The simplicity of truth is so beautiful! Thank you Lesley
You’re welcome, Sherri. Thank you. What you say is so true!
The barriers the mind puts on our pinda experiences are innumerable. It adapts to sordid conditions or feels entitled to those of luxury. It tells us that the way things are is the way things should be, and bristles when others try to change or expand its viewpoint. Your poem sweetly delivers the message to be open, be alert and aware that there are realms we have not yet seen, nor even imagine. And that all of it comes to us through our love for Love. Beautiful message, Lesley. Many thanks.
Thank you, Rudy, beautifully said. It is humbling to admit that we know little of this Creation and beyond, but that very humility allows the truth to come in. 🙂
What a wonderfully revealing poem, Leslie. One line in particular opened my viewpoint and set it dancing. I won’t say which line — we all receive His love in a unique way. Thank you for sharing the vision.
So very beautiful. It brought tears to my eyes.
Thanks so much.