Gratitude
Even In This
I’ve learned to say thank You in the hush of the morning, when light slips in like grace through half-open blinds. I’ve learned to say thank You when the ache doesn’t lift, when prayers feel unanswered but peace still whispers in. For the laughter and the lack, the quiet wins and the quiet waits, I trace gratitude like a bow on every ordinary day. Because You are still good in the breaking and the bloom. And even in this— I give thanks.
By Carolina Borgesabout a year ago in Poets
Is the Past a Prison, or a Pathway to Peace?
The past cannot be rewritten; its purpose is to protect the present and prevent us from repeating the same mistakes. Unfulfilled wishes should liberate our desire for love, not bind it. These are merely scenery along life's journey. They come and go, that's all. There's no need for obsession or sadness.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
