TREASURED — A “Simple Sunday” Piece
“Drawing Hands” by M.C. Escher
TREASURED
Holding back the tears
of sadness mixed with joy,
I close the lid
and carefully slip
the ribbon back on,
placing the treasured box
of words collected there
back where they came from,
somewhere deep within
a gentle heart
words flowing to each page
from her soul
through her pen.
Each word was as left there
over the years with such care,
words of hope,
words of excitement,
words of love
to be shared
with those who might find them
and be touched in some way
by the strength,
by the wisdom,
by the hands of one
who knew the way.
And today as I put away
the papers and the pen,
I feel those hands
reaching out to me
when I begin to feel
very much alone,
welcoming my spirit,
refreshing my heart,
lifting me up with words
of promise and hope.
(c) barbara kausteklis 11-25-12
Written for CPC “A Simple Sunday”/
“Escher and Ascending Shopping @Simple Sunday”
http://www.friendburst.com/blog/100414/escher-and-ascending-shopping-simple-sunday/
Thanks always for stopping by and for your precious comments.
~barb~
A hopefully clickable link to today’s “Simple Sunday” . . . .
http://www.friendburst.com/blog/100414/escher-and-ascending-shopping-simple-sunday/
beautiful write barbara that photo too is quite unique awesome writing as always my dear lov and hugs inky
When I write I draw a picture of my life upon each page, always in black and white. Some are shared and some are kept. Some are easy and some are not. Some day when I am long gone someone will open my book of life and as they read each word they will see the tears that have fallen and stained each page. Then and only then will they see and understand. For there between the covers and captured on each page is where I left my broken heart.