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- It Is What It Is
Turning the seed thought
Over in my mind
Rolling it
Feeling it
Pebble smooth
Knocking against me.
It is how it is.
Inescapable.
And my little voice of self defeat
Sing songed
And that's how it will be!
But slowly my
Beloved seed
Pebble smooth and turning
In my mind
Began to sprout
A little shoot
And hope grew in my heart.
Evidently,
Unavoidably,
Inescapably...
It is not what will be...
It is what it is
and
What will be
Is what will be.
Jodamme on Aug 18, 2009, 7:52 pm
Beautiful, and deceptively simple.
Jenny1763 on May 10, 2009, 1:49 pm
Very uplifting!
sisterjulia on May 10, 2009, 11:28 am
Thank You Marshman...One day I hope to finally once and for all get the message! and I shall be humming and singing for the rest of the day now =D la la la la laaaaaa!
Marshman on May 10, 2009, 7:32 am
Que Sera? Strong images and a very nice pace to this little poem...and a fine message.