The year begins.
Blank pages await.
How shall I fill them?
I write my own story.
Each day I am given a new page.
The book begins to take form.
Will the story be a worthy one?
I want to use my gifts wisely.
Each page is a fresh start.
I do not write in isolation.
The story and the day await.
They must be filled.
Lisa McIntosh
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Clarity
I open my eyes,
but do I see?
I listen to you,
but do I hear?
I hold your hand,
but do I feel?
If I want to see clearly,
I must open my heart.
If I want to truly hear,
I must clear my mind.
If I want to feel deeply,
I must open my soul.
Lisa McIntosh
but do I see?
I listen to you,
but do I hear?
I hold your hand,
but do I feel?
If I want to see clearly,
I must open my heart.
If I want to truly hear,
I must clear my mind.
If I want to feel deeply,
I must open my soul.
Lisa McIntosh
Life
The cool breeze,
The warm sun,
The beauty of a flower.
I pray that I will cherish them.
I pray that I will stop and look around.
I want to make every moment count.
I want to appreciate the miracle of life.
Lisa McIntosh
The warm sun,
The beauty of a flower.
I pray that I will cherish them.
I pray that I will stop and look around.
I want to make every moment count.
I want to appreciate the miracle of life.
Lisa McIntosh
Grace
Grace is a gift given to me.
I choose to be gracious.
Love is a gift given to me.
I choose to love.
These are gifts I can share.
I will.
Lisa McIntosh
I choose to be gracious.
Love is a gift given to me.
I choose to love.
These are gifts I can share.
I will.
Lisa McIntosh
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