Thursday, March 14, 2013

Tripping on beauty

Image by He Qi: Nativity

I tripped on beauty and fell –
Into cool blues, warm pinks and golds that took my breath away. No bumps.
Movement invited me to tango, but didn't mind that I didn't know the steps.
No bruises.
Grace took the lead and beckoned me to, "Come, sit and rest a spell". Safe.
Hope served me some comfort for here and to go. Sound.
This company went the extra mile to make sure it’s all good.
For this moment, inside these four corners, I am.

Copyright 2013 T.L. Eastman