Never one to fear solitude or think of it as lonely,
she relishes alone-time.
The flowers and trees of the nearby fields
tell her their secrets.
Grateful for solitude, she turns off the radio to hear the quiet.
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Bliss
No sunrise today.
Just a gradual un-darkening.
How can I find my bliss
on a cold-gray-rainy
November day?
Bliss and November?
Don’t belong together.
Diametrically opposed…
an oxymoron.
And so I turn
to the words of
the one who will never
Disappoint —
always faithful
even when I
am not.
Worldly bliss is
temporal,
ephemeral —
and never satisfies
the longing in our hearts.
I’m grateful for His grace
that is the only lasting
Bliss
this side of paradise.
Even on
a cold-gray-rainy
November day.
*photos taken with an iPhone 5C; edited with PicsArt.
