What would you like me to offer you today?
But, gratitude, my dear, I say.
For the unfolding of my own soul is no easy task.
It asks of me to be soft as prairie grass.
To be like the fluttering feathers of a bird that’s landing.
The colors in the sky, of all gradings and shine.
And oh, thy reflection in the murky waters, no different than mine.
Written by – Joy Sagar 01242023 1012www.JoyofCassadaga.com