In life’s push-pull-plant-reap-reach-bow
In its momentous what-where-how
Of laugh-weep-wake-sleep-hold-let go
We are being trained;
For what, we do not know
While we walk through gold-gray-green-blue
We oft forget its sacred due
We work-play-dream-learn-teach and more
Unaware of the What
We are being trained for
Then, in the bliss of hug and kiss
When life is kind; remember this
Today, though plain, commonplace crowned
We are treading on
Holy training-ground
© Janet Martin
Amen to that + great pictures
ReplyDeletesome of the photo credits belong to Victoria;-)
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