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Gift of Forgiveness…

in the silence of a foggy morning
I listen to my heart as it cries for
the brokenness of our world and
offer a prayer as tears flow from my soul

may we awake to the nurturing embrace of love
may we awake to the healing touch of compassion
may we awake to the needs of the oppressed
may we awake to the gift of forgiveness

ms

It is a cold morning here in Colorado. A heavy ice storm yesterday morning followed by a light snow all day and cold temperatures has made it poor traveling. I received a notification yesterday that the city of Fort Collins was on an accident alert and the bus system was on a delayed and shortened schedule. Expecting some sunshine this afternoon and will clean off the snow and 1/10th of an inch of ice from my car. I have not been outside my condo for over 48 hours. Feels strange.

Retired. Having fun with photography. Journal daily. Meditate daily. Learning haiku/poetry. Have a love for fountain pens.

2 Comments

  • Faye

    Cold here this weekend but luckily no precip. The storm went to the south and east of us.

    A lack of compassion seems prevalent today and it weighs heavily on my mind. I often see kindness and compassion around me. Maybe it’s because I’m an old lady and most people are likely to help an old lady. But seriously, there is too much hate and greed in the world… everywhere.

    • Monte Stevens

      I saw where you were cold. Bundle up! I also see those moments of compassionate, loving, nurturing people reaching out to others. There is more of that in our world than we think. We must look at that more than the trash our news decides to talk about.