Turn my grief to grace
As a cast of emerging purple and pink hues flow over a winter landscape
I could have never imagined a sky so captivating, until it happened to me
I held it in my hands for a moment, then it was gone
My year of magical thinking, disappeared as quickly as it came
My year of magical thinking, opened my eyes, my heart, my mind
While letting old ideas go, along with them, my ego
Opening up to a new way to live, reigniting my faith, living by the sound of my soul
A painting of a miracle in time
When everything was perfect
When everything was right
While everything was changing
Held captive for a moment, by the One who stole my heart away
Leaving me breathless
Giving me a calling to heal
Calling me to love, unconditionally
“Love is patient, love is kind”
A profound lesson learned
In my year of magical thinking
We do not own or control, we only follow
Turn my grief into grace
As a cast of emerging purple and pink hues flow over a winter landscape
Three hundred and sixty some odd days…..
To awaken to what it all really means, to awaken to the meaning of true love
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love-
1 Corinthians 13
Love and Light, M