These branches, weighed down by the snow,
remind me of life's burdens,
when it feels like the weight of the world rests on our shoulders.
We don't see the light
peeking through,
Don't feel the change
around the corner.
Be patient,
it's coming.
Life, sometimes so wearying,
Is worth its weight in gold
The experience of traveling
Lends a widsom that is old
Beyond our 'living memory'
A softly spoken prayer:
"It's the journey that's important,
Not the getting there!"
From: It's the Journey That's Important
By: John McLeod
White is the combined colours of all things.... so that is snow. Over here we can only look at clouds.....
ReplyDeleteClouds and snow, white, magnificent and magical.
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