It’s a Friday, it’s sunny out and I've been stuck in my
office all day feeling a migraine headache mounting. Even with both of my eyeballs throbbing
inside if my skull and my head pounding, I still managed to jot down a little
poem; something soft and sweet, something secret and something sacred. You can take from it what you like as is the
beauty of all poetry, being open to individual interpretation or simply read
for the pleasure of absorbing words. It
was written for a reason, for a certain human who owns a tiny corner of my
heart. And I find that sometimes, the
tiniest corners are always the most thoughtful corners, where compassionate love
swells.
Something wee tiny today:
Distant Love
distant love
your heart
a mockingbird
you will never
know just how
very close
your smile
is to God
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I am looking forward to the weekend ahead. I get to decorate my Christmas tree tomorrow
with family, spend the evening with friends, birthday brunch on Sunday (yes the
birthday continues!) and maybe a visit to my brother’s house a few hours
away. It’s been good to keep busy and in
turn has helped me with the desire to keep writing. Idle equals disaster for me, as long as I'm moving, the well is constantly full.
Short and sweet today, just like me.
Happy Friday, friendly readers.
You can go your own way.
In propinquity,
Nic
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