what is broken can still be beautiful.
silence during birdsong.
a voice when being vulnerable.
bread around the table.
a seed deep in the soil.
the eastern sun at dawn.
ice cracking on a lake in April.
a wave as it reaches shore.
clouds after a storm.
you and me.
we break.
we become.
we bloom.
~John Roedel
can I hold on a little longer?
inquiry for today~ nothing really is finished….
Clouds come floating into my life from other days
no longer to shed rain or usher storm
but to give color to my sunset sky.
~Rabindranath Tagore
