How do we heal our hearts
Wondering where we stand
In a forest lamenting
the rise and the fall
Of greatness and simple endeavors
This too shall pass
as pages written into history
For the ages of time on earth
Still we remain
With our works and our ways
Seeking hands to guide
Our path through the trees
and shadows
To remember who and what I am
where I came from and why I became
to know there are always others
who are greater and lesser than me
To always feel kindness for our earth
and notice the hawks circling
listen for their cries on the wind –
and know they too have meaning
To remember in every heart there is a story;
Love deeply and feel for all creation
since there is never enough love,
and always a need for understanding
To laugh often and smile without reason
not to hold grudges (they are such silly things)
And never judge a person before
I have walked a mile in their shoes
To walk barefoot more – for I am a part
and not apart from the grass and trees
to relish every sunset (and sunrise too)
and realize clouds always pass away
into another day, another time and season
of hope, faith, charity and love
so every passing year
~ this day reminds me ~
in every hand I touch …
… I touch the face of God
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