
Left on the table
Forgotten in the chaos
Over there, by the playground.
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So lonely it looks,
this hat without a wearer,
sadly left behind.
Left on the table
Forgotten in the chaos
Over there, by the playground.
~
So lonely it looks,
this hat without a wearer,
sadly left behind.
Sometimes in the midst
of an overly busy
day, peace thankfully descends.
~
And sometimes that peace
is suddenly shattered by
staccato shooting reports.
As the weather cools
and Autumn showers fall, how
shall we greet this season’s call?
~
Gathered together,
we’ll greet the season with
joy and thanksgiving.
When you consider
the lilies of the field, what
might you ask? What might you learn?
~
Why do you bloom here,
this inhospitable place?
Why, in sorrow, beauty blooms.
Now that July is
finally saying goodbye,
what would be a good send-off?
~
Whatever we try,
it will be with a dry eye,
giving July the brush-off.
In this festive time,
What message would you send to
Those few souls who find no joy?
~
The message brought to
us on that first Christmas Day
was love unconditional.