Joy seeds

Posted on August 26, 2018 by eteal

The littlest bird

Trilled

To all who passed

Her…

But they were so often lost

In thought or conversation,

They could not see the seeds of Joy

that fell from Her beak.

Still

She kept on singing.

And the seeds were planted anyway.

About eteal

Reverend Teal is a minister, chaplain, artist and storyteller. She specializes in the human-animal bond and all its healing aspects.
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