It is still a mystery the way leaves all over the world jump out of sprigs under a single yellow sun who comes out to shine the coats of squirrels that run along a horizon of branches.
It is still a mystery the way the eye takes fields of blooming Common camus and makes them clear water lakes.
It is still a mystery, in front of all this beauty, that men cripple their minds plotting violence.
It is still a mystery the way our masks become our magnificent transparencies when we’re in the arms of a trusted community.
It is still a mystery the way knowing you are loved allows you to be happy when you’re all alone.
It is still a mystery the way mothers all over the world keep making new stories of boundless love as naturally as you prepare breakfast.
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I posted a symbol of gratitude. It appears the word will have to do.
Thank you adela. And happy Mother’s Day!
Beautiful and thoughtful. Thank you, Steve!
Thank you Mel!
This is lovely Stephen. Lovely words on a rainy day in here in Pennsylvania, where leaves are a bit late jumping out of their sprigs this year.
Thanks so much Diane!