Much of life is hard work.

To have the satisfaction of a job well done

it is no surprise that we have to actually

do the job well.

But sometimes we collide with grace.

Beauty not planted with our own hands,

not watered or nurtured.

It just grows and blesses and sparkles in the afternoon sun.

Sometimes we are given gifts,

things not of our making.

I am grateful.


stephie said…
oh man. this took my breath away. in a good way. THANK YOU.
Quotidian Life said…
Lovely, Diane. Your words are perfect.

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