“Birds of a feather flock together”
The old saying goes,
But I fly solo
Not knowing where my flock lies.
Is it true we all find our flock someday?
Keep myself busy doing things I love to do,
But still go on hoping for someone
Who can see me as I am and understand
The lines between the lines.
Flying solo and doing just fine
Just hoping to find some feathers
That will lead me home.
Doorway to the unknown,
I turn the doorknob with trembling fingers,
Dreams to realize,
My heart in need of trusting,
Walking into a new life
Woven in my mind for many years,
I continue to walk,
View all that is around me,
My accomplishments, setbacks, and joys
And my spirit is renewed.
On the days when hospitality seems to be forgotten
by those I meet through out the day,
When my emotions have been covered by inches of snow
for many days, maybe more,
I go for a long walk in the park.
Birds chirping, sun shining,
I remind myself of all that is good in the world.
It is in nature where I am recharged
and am able to plug into that part of me where quiet resides.
It is then, when I can go home uncover the layers of snow,
and write of all that has been unsaid,
all that has been uncovered,
all that has been laid bare.
RDP Tuesday: Snow
Word of the day challenge : Hospitality
Searching for truth
Sweet love divine,
Searching for the spirit within
Lost and hidden
Waiting to be unearthed
In search of