Like the giant rock, balancing in the desert
on a slender pillar of sand. Like the way
the full moon seems so much larger
when it first rises. Like how the bluebird,
smaller than my open hand, migrates
up to two-thousand miles in the spring.
Every day, the world bewilders me,
as if daring me to believe in other
impossible things. Like how closeness
to death makes us more alive.
Like people all over the world
choosing kindness over chaos.
Like love, that against all odds,
continues to grow.
Alice laughed. “There’s no use trying,” she said: “one can’t believe impossible things.”
“I daresay you haven’t had much practice,” said the Queen. “When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”
How wonderful, living in a world that daily bewilders you. What a wondrous world. What a wondrous you.
Yes! Yes! Yes! I love this section … and my friend has it tattooed around her neck, “Why sometimes …”
It is a wondrous world. Love to wonderful you.
Thank you again, Rosemerry. You fill a need.
Carol, I am so grateful for you, for your encouragement. Hugs to you across the mountains
Oh, yes, let’s continue to believe in impossible things! That’s what hope and faith are all about, and we need them more than ever in these darkened days. Thank you, Rosemerry, for shining a light of comfort and encouragement here. Your words are a soothing balm. Bless you! 😊💜
Thank you, Joy! Yes to believing in impossible things. Like peace. Like transformation. Like healing for all.
Amen! How much better it makes us feel to do just that. 😊
Thank you, this is lovely
thank you, Janet, here’s to the beautiful impossible things!