Pages

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

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

Joy

The sky is cloudless.
My heart is light.

I will look for joy.
It is everywhere.

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

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