Let this be my last word, that I trust in Your love. ~Rabindranath Tagore♥
trust comes undetected
by those who would rather
see the peeling grey
unaffected by highs and lows
some folks from the high country
make trust a part of their every day
neither seeing the peeling paint
nor the fallen branches strewn
they keep their gaze skyward
listening in to the river jewel,
they surround themselves with cobalt blue
drinking in the surrendering view
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| photo and poem by kate lamberg (c) all rights reserved. |
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