the only way is to yield
a blade of grass
waits
empty-handed
elbowed by the crowd
of faceless fellows
windblown
scorched and drowned
as clouds permit
empty
open
to the dew of renewal
to the delight of Your coming
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Jewniquely Myself 
I love the texture of your words. They can be touched. That is wonderful!
wow, thank you, my sweet Kenza. No one has ever described my words in terms of texture and touch….your sense of this fascinates me, being such a tactile person as I am out of necessity. It makes sense to me that an artist of your many talents would be the first to speak of this….again, thank you! Blessings and much love *moonlight through mist**children clapping and dancing**rainbows*
Thank you Joan. You honor me with your words. Kenza.
*hearts entwined with moonlight*
Your words blow me away! i stand a little empty grass next to you — unbelievable how much our thoughts, hearts and posts smile at each other. Love the way you put the words together – there is such depth in your simplicity. Thank you for being here, for me and all our Universe! *clapping hands* *dancing feet* *skipping paws* *amidst a hundred rainbows*
How can I express the gratitufe I feel for the miracle of our friendship, our union of hearts/spirits….the wonder of Love Divine holding us together in this garden od delight…blessings and sweetness and much love and hugs galore as we sing this day into being. *hearts entwined**rainbows and hummingbirds**children smiling in misty rain*