The Gift of Another Sunrise

 

The Gift of Another Sunrise

May we greet each new dawn with grateful hearts,

cherishing the precious gift of another day,

the gentle glow of every sunrise,

and the simple beauty of being alive.

May we find joy in the little things,

peace in the stillness of the morning,

and beauty in the moments

we so often take for granted.

As we welcome the morning light,

may we hold gently in our hearts

the memories of those

who are no longer here

to witness another sunrise.

May we appreciate all the simple joys that make life beautiful.

For the gift of another day is precious,

and being here to witness it is a blessing in itself.

~ 'The Gift of Another Sunrise' by Spirit of a Hippie

~ Mary Anne Byrne

~ Artist unknown, via Pinterest

Source: Spirit of a Hippie on Facebook

I still remember

 

Source: Amanda Weston on Facebook

There are days when I see an image or an item, and my mind is immediately immersed in a quagmire of thought.

Today, I saw an image with words that began, “I still remember a woman who was kind to me…”

And just like that, my thoughts wandered to Sandy.

The image surely had a model sitting for it, and her name would be Sandy. Sandy was kind to me on several occasions, and she was always kind to others. The sort of person whose kindness stays with you, sometimes without your even realizing how much you remember.

I wonder if she knows that I thought kind thoughts of her today.

I bet she does.

Make Room for Healing

 

Make Room for Healing

I gently release

all I no longer choose to carry,

the words left unsaid,

the ache of old wounds,

and all that was never mine to hold.

Like leaves surrendering

to the quiet pull of autumn,

I release what has passed,

honouring what it taught me,

and making space

for what comes next.

I breathe in softness.

I breathe out yesterday.

There is no need

to rush my healing.

I can rest here,

in this gentle space,

where something tender

is beginning to grow.

May I make peace

with what I could not change,

release what was never mine,

and trust the empty spaces

to become places of light.

I gently release.

I breathe

I soften.

I trust.

I make room for healing.

~ 'Make Room for Healing' by Spirit of a Hippie

by Mary Anne Byrne

~ Artist Unknown via Pinterest

Source: Spirit of a Hippie on Facebook

when i'm gone by Chris Stapleton ft. Lauren Daigle

 

Creedence Clearwater Revival: Have You Ever Seen The Rain?

 

Someone told me long ago
There's a calm before the storm
I know, it's been comin' for some time

When it's over, so they say
It will rain a sunny day
I know, shinin' down like water

I wanna know, have you ever seen the rain?
I wanna know, have you ever seen the rain
Comin' down on a sunny day?

Yesterday and days before
Sun is cold and rain is hard
I know, been that way for all my time

And forever, on it goes
Through the circle, fast and slow
I know, it can't stop, I wonder

I wanna know, have you ever seen the rain?
I wanna know, have you ever seen the rain
Comin' down on a sunny day?

Yeah

I wanna know, have you ever seen the rain?
I wanna know, have you ever seen the rain
Comin' down on a sunny day?

Reflections

 

People can please or disappoint,

In time you realize, it’s down to you,

How you choose to interpret words,

Or the things that others do.

Sometimes our thoughts and opinions,

Are just a reflection of what we know,

We too, project our own experiences,

In the way our feelings flow.

It is seldom we intend to hurt another,

Although doubts are often cast,

Whether words or actions are deliberate,

Or born from experiences of the past.

If we can be present with an open heart,

giving each communication time and care,

We can interact without overthinking,

Allowing a chance to just be there.

With every connection our views are shaped,

Finding meaning in both joy and pain,

But by withholding judgement and suspicion,

Understanding and empathy we can attain ..

C.E. Coombes

Art by Bina S

Source: Serendipity Corner on Facebook

And off she flew

 

They built her cage when she was small

Though no one called it one at all

No iron bars, no lock, no key

Just whispered rules of who to be

Be sweet. Be still. Don’t speak too loud

Don’t be the one who leaves the crowd

Be what they need. Do what is right

Fold up your wings. Take up less light

And so she learned to dim her flame

To answer to a borrowed name

To tuck her wildest dreams away

And live the life they said she may

She grew, but still she feared those bars

And watched through them at distant stars

She dreamed of fields, of open sky

She was a bird afraid to fly

Until one day, now fully grown

She touched a bar she’d always known

Her fingers passed straight through the air

She turned - and found no prison there

Because the bars she’d sat behind

Were only iron in her mind

Expectations dressed as truth

They’d handed to her in her youth

And suddenly she understood:

She’d stayed because they said she should

The cage she’d lived in all those years

Was built of other people’s fears

So she stood tall and stepped outside

Unfurled the wings she used to hide

Took a breath and said goodbye

Found the fields and open sky

Found the distant stars she’d seen

Once upon a distant dream

Shed the bars she thought she knew

Spread her wings…

And off she flew

*****

Note from Becky:

I wrote this brand new poem as an homage to Breathe last month (because it was 5 years since I first shared it) It's a sort-of update; where 'she' finds solace and freedom and space to breathe, by realising the same things about expectations and whispered rules as she does in the original poem.

Becky Hemsley 2026

Artwork by Jorm Sangsorn

Source: Becky Hemsley Poetry on Facebook