Wandering With Words

Random musings of a reckless soul.


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The miracle of everyday!

Miracles are rare
That’s what people say
But did anyone ever care
To look at the sun?

When it bursts in the sky
The morning star fades
The sun prepares to ignite
The horizon breaks

A thin orange slice
Like a newly bloomed daisy
Will burst to life
And light the way for all alike.

It rises and sets everyday
Travelling the world in a spin
Sometimes angry, smug sometimes
A little too bright or a little too dim.

Not just a ball of fire
Not just a source of light
The sun, my friends,
Supports all life

And in the evening again
It’s the masterpiece of the sky
It takes leave in style
A beauty none can deny

Miracles are rare
That’s what people say
Well, look at the sun
Didn’t it make your day?

So when the sun comes up
How will  you greet it?


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The sparkled sea.


“As the sea swallowed the sun once more, a tear fell from her eye and dissolved into the sand beneath us.
“What is it, why the tears?”, I asked 
and with a smile that nearly leaped across her cheeks,
she answered: “Here comes the moon.”

I knew that moment that it is and always will be the simple things that plant the most phenomenal truths inside us.”

– Christopher Poindexter


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Note of nature

“Nature” is what we see—
The Hill—the Afternoon—
Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee—
Nay—Nature is Heaven—
Nature is what we hear—
The Bobolink—the Sea—
Thunder—the Cricket—
Nay—Nature is Harmony—
Nature is what we know—
Yet have no art to say—
So impotent Our Wisdom is
To her Simplicity.


~Emily Dickinson