I ask for a map
god gives me a
mirror, a window
*
old glass jar
of plastic buttons
finding real pearls
*
walking and walking
and walking and walking to
get to sit still
December 28, 2013 by Rosemerry
I ask for a map
god gives me a
mirror, a window
*
old glass jar
of plastic buttons
finding real pearls
*
walking and walking
and walking and walking to
get to sit still
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged meditation, poem, poetry, searching, spirituality | 1 Comment
Second one reminds me that old buttons were actually cut from shells. Kinda like pearls:)