Good morning. Welcome to Soul Sunday. On Sundays, I dedicate the blog to poetry. I either write a poem or I share someone else’s poem and I strongly encourage, you, my readers, to share your poems in my Comments section. This is a poetry workshop, a loving, virtual poetry reading, café. There is no judgment here, just a free flow of words, and thoughts and ideas and feelings. Today the Poetry Muse has not landed on my nose, or in my heart, so I am going to share another poem by Gwen Frostic, from her beautiful wood block printed book, A Walk With Me. This is the last poem of the last page of this magical, blissful book:
. . . and so . . . . there has ever been
beauty in a feather
drifting in the wind
beauty in the lichens
growing on a rock
beauty in the star dust
shining in the sun
beauty in the grasses
blowing in a breeze . . . . .
. . . . . . so . . . . .there will ever be . . . . . .
wondrous . . . simple . . . beauty
always here on earth . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .