©2021 Susan Noyes Anderson
Beauty is in the simple things
that ease into a willing heart:
Dusk falls, then calls forth starling wings
while sun and moon paint works of art.
One dandelion, sheer and still,
stands as a weed; and yet the sight
brings to each seeking soul a thrill
of wishes made with all one’s might.
Wish well, my friends, for things that last,
for gifts of God that do not fail.
Life is an ocean, wide and vast.
Small miracles abound. Set sail.
If this poem resonates with you, you might also relate to The Path of Peace.