Friday, November 9, 2007


From my ruminations this morning.


It is a myth, a mirage.

Not this pot of gold at the end of a rainbow;

Rather; joy, love, found in the imperfect.

Appreciate the beauty of what is. Imperfect.

That a path, the path to joy, peace, calm;

And the gold: love of the neighbour.

Find peace in a hurricane,

Calm in a storm;

See the gold in a muddy deluge;

Contentment in life on earth.

©GayUganda 09 Nov. 07

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