Some of the grassy knoll was mowed, and it was so beautiful—the natural patterns of the freshly cut grass.
Then the rest of the knoll was left untamed. This was equally beautiful and mesmerizing, as the breeze blew the green blades of grass back and forth.
With a gentle force of energy, the vision walked slowly among the shadows and spirits, moving gracefully across the blades of grass, whispering psalms of peace and courage.
The misunderstood beauty, overlooked, is found between the flowing blades of grass and the patterns of the freshly cut.
And it’s okay, because we are family. We’re from the same cut of grass.
About the Creator
Rick Henry Christopher
Writing fulfills my need for intellectual stimulus, emotional release, and soothing the bruises of the day.
I’m an open book. I’m not afraid to show my face or speak my mind
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