"It was only a sunny smile, and little it cost in the giving, but like morning light it scattered the night and made the day worth living."

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Thursday, February 17, 2011

I was reading this book, and came across a lovely poem
by Susan Tuttle that I would like to share.

Susan Tuttle

cloaked in blessed guard
is the lodging of the heart;
a home of deep and steady joy;
where pain is mere scrawls etched on the walls of
spirit--self-deceiving fear that bows to
imagined superiors.

As she turns her face inward
toward stillness
she glimpses worth and wishes self-denied,
shimmering below the current,
like gold coins carved with enchanted things like
butterflies, garlands and stars;
she recognizes them as her birthright
all hers
waiting to be grasped and

1 comment:

  1. Ooh. Beautiful poem. I'm currently exploring thoughts on women and worth. Synchronicity. I love the photo application!