The raindrop clinging
to the last of leaves in fall.
The sound of snow
melting in a moonlit garden.
The cotton candy clouds
capturing the first pink of dawn.
The scent of oolong tea
in a library a cloudy winter day.
All of this and more
is grace of my existence
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January 2 2018
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I enjoyed your reading, Bjorn, the image of the ‘raindrop clinging
to the last of leaves in fall’ and I tried hard to hear the ‘sound of snow
melting in a moonlit garden’, which was very calming.
Nothing better than oolong and a book!
Atmospheric and full of grace. Lovely.
Ah, sweet moments. Grace indeed.
A worthy and graceful existence indeed.
Full of all the simple things that grace our lives. Gorgeous imagery in this.
Mine, too, Bjorn. I am going to make myself a cup of oolong tea right now.
…..And evidence of an observant being. More grace to you!
Oh, Björn! I can’t tell you how excited I was to see you added a recording of the poem on here! I’ve missed some posts because I was on a rather long holiday and avoided all technology for most of the trip, so this was fun to have as the first piece to read now that I’m back.
My favorite part, “The sound of snow
melting in a moonlit garden.”
Excellent poem! 😃
“The cotton candy clouds / capturing the first pink of dawn.” Grace’s other names: Eos and Phoebe! The first, bending light of dawn is evidence of life-giving grace for sure!
A moonlit garden is a treat this time of the year… with nothing melting but a few frozen pipes.
Beautiful! Most especially the fourth stanza. Beauty and grace in the simple things of life.
I liked the alliteration in “cotton candy clouds
capturing”.
Life itself, an act of grace! Well put Bjorn!
Dwight
Simple and yet so profound. Brilliant tangible pictures of grace!
I feel like I’m outside when I’m reading this, in all that misty, watery goodness.
What a treasure of moments to live for! Beautiful!
Ah, those small, sweet moments. Lovely.
You have put together such beautiful words, to create beautiful thoughts. Thank you and Happy New Year.
Truly beautiful!
This is gorgeous.
Oh–this is lovely, Björn. Soothing, somehow, and I can smell that tea and hear and see it all.
I liked your reading. It was interesting reading it in my voice, and then hearing how the words sounded when you said them.
I liked the reading very much!
Wonderful! All the things that can so easily go unoticed.
A beautiful testimony to ordinary grace!
wabi sabi
So good to be back reading your work–this is excellent! A similar take to my own on this prompt, a reminder that all of life is special, if we take the time to notice.
lovely, Bjorn. Grace indeed. Myriad parts of it, all in one.
Than you 🙂
A privelige to be able to savor such moments of beauty. Moments of grace, indeed. A nice write.
Yes! Yes! Yes! The kind of grace that comes with full awareness. This works so well with you MTB post, too.
love those pink cotton candy clouds of dawn..
wow, this is beautiful