It’s a poetry day again. I don’t know if this is any good, and I may play with it a bit before calling it final, but at least this is a good start. Well, maybe it’s a good start. [Enter humble and embarrassed apology about how sorry I am for torturing you with my poetry here.]
The world is filled with beautiful things
by Just Frances
The world is filled with beautiful things;
If only we’d pause to notice them.
A broken branch, where a butterfly sits;
A muddy puddle, where a robin splashes.
The world is filled with joyful things;
If only we’d open our hearts.
A gentle breeze that lifts our spirits;
The sun’s rays that warm our souls.
The world is filled with happy things;
If only we’d stop and listen.
Chimes from an ice cream van,
…..as children scream with joy;
Bells from a church steeple,
…..as a new marriage begins.
The world is filled with possibilities;
If only we’d let ourselves believe.
Believe in the beauty the springs from ashes.
…..Believe in the love hidden behind the tears.
……….Believe in the joy that has yet to be realised.
Because the world is filled with beauty.
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[Photo is a small heart-shaped scrap of paper that has sat nestled in the lawn in front of my flat for a couple of months now. Through wind and rain and snow—and thankfully a bit of sunshine. I leave it there because it makes me smile to see it there every day; it reminds me that love is everywhere and can weather anything!]