Laugh lightly at the end of days,
weep deeply in its warmth,
spice of wit dilutes the shock;
the bird of love released.
Memories hold fast, in place,
sure twinkle in our dreams,
to grow a quilt of trust;
and soothe the hours of grief.
Let love lift up its voice in song,
to smooth life's coverlet,
so time can bring its healing;
acceptance takes small steps.
The wren of hope sings quietly,
in words we may not hear,
but sing it does, eternally;
reminds us not to fear.
https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2016/07/09/wordle-256/
This reads with the authority of an age old sonnet.. so much wisdom and knowing of the world..yes small steps forward and hope in our heart..the birds can surely teach us that
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