Walking away from expectations
Into nature’s wooded balm
She holds me up, without grip
Tells me to stop a moment
And listen
Symphonic voices
Call my name
From within places unseen
Songs of joy
Reminding me
Of the splendors I’ve missed that day
I send a whistle
And all songs are silenced
There, just beyond the thicket
A choral member
Jumps to within view
Then another.
Eyes meet briefly
The chorus resumes
And I become a believer
The song of a single bird
Is more worthy
Than a room full of gold
Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic 
both are just wonderful!
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THanks so much Wendi!
I hope you are well….and I know that means, I hope you are managing those inflammations that can plague your well being.
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it is truly my pleasure to visit your blog……your work is so creative and enjoyable to look at.
Bless you for your kind words…….I deeply appreciate your thoughtfulness Mark. bless you.
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