Sundays are devoted to poetry on the blog. Poems have no rules, other than to feel the words as you write them. Write yourself a poem today. It may be a beautiful present to give to yourself, during this season of giving. Here is my poem that I wrote just now:
The song of the house has been quiet lately.
Soft, rhythmic, even, lulling and serene.
Everyone just came home for the holidays.
The song of the house has been changed.
Loud, disruptive, uneven, jarring and exciting.
These songs are the soundtrack of my life.
I love how it all comes together to be,
the most beautiful music I have ever heard,
the most beautiful music that I dance to,
the loveliest background rhythms of life being lived.
Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.