Find the jewels


Find the jewels 

Find the jewels she said

Sometimes they are buried 

I thought. And I’ve little energy

for hunting. 

At times I find myself 

storing hurts instead.

A missed opportunity, 

a song unheard.

Too many moments lost

in what’s not happened 

trying not to long for

what has passed. 

But the jewels are there 

often in full view.

A new bird finding the feeder. 

The dogs joy at our homecoming.

And for this afternoon

The gentle snore of the cat

permeating the quiet afternoon 

light, creating a soothing rhythm.


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