Above is the front of a birthday card from one of my sisters...
the quote mom wrote in my card is this;
Happiness is the art of making a lovely bouquet of the flowers that are within reach
Here is a glimpse of literal flowers within my reach this morning...
The cover over new today rolls back to spill time’s gold and
gray
Earth’s hills and vales a metaphor of love and life’s uneven
floor
Where, in its course of no and yes we choose the bloom of
Happiness
In spite of hunger’s hidden war we find much to be thankful
for
Life’s circumstance and consequence will test the best of
good intents
The wiles of us cannot evade the aftermath of choices made
So then, sometimes the path of Must is riddled with crossroads
of trust
There we pursue with
consciousness the avenue of happiness
How hard to watch dear
loved ones ache because of foolish choice I make
And harder still to watch them pay the price of love; kind,
faithful stay
When oft I know that I had earned much more than ‘the other cheek turned’
And I am stunned by forgiveness that helps me find true
happiness
Humility can never reign where pride is god of heart’s domain
The hard knocks life let’s to the chin sets whetting stones
beneath our skin
Where wise men hone hope’s humble will while fools lament
their tent of ill-
Fortune; without words we confess the measure of our
happiness
© Janet Martin
