Life

What is the hurry?
Why do I rush about?
What am I seeking?
I have all I need.
I am blessed.
I feel the breeze.
I hear the birds.
I smell the flowers.
I touch your face.
I need nothing more.

Lisa McIntosh

Robins

They float from tree to ground.
Peacefully, they seek out food.
There is no hurry, no rush --
just a task to be done.

Soon, they will leave my backyard.
Traveling from here to there.
They are merely passing through.
Smiling, I wish them well.

I am too rushed, too hurried.
Life is to be lived and enjoyed.
Everyday moments hold wonder.
Slow down, take them in.

Lisa McIntosh

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