May. 28th, 2005 12:51 pm stop and smell the flowers
Wherefore am I trapped in this triangle of love,
when no love romantic I have yet felt.
Calming myself. Stopping, stopping to smell the flowers I told myself.
If only, souls would pause in their hasteningsand see the many splendid details, of God's arranging.
To step aside from reasonings, which so quickly dulls life,
to simplicity that flows sweetly, with the wonder of a child.
To sit awhile, clearing thoughts of dark, imaginary clouds.
And so, in the river of godly stillness all pervading-is such purity of mind.
Is what I hold true,
For the waves of goodness, will overshadow wrong.
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