Gifts

My girls bring flowers
they pick from around our brick house,
sprigs of lavender, blooms of crysanthemum,
leaves of weigela.  I fill the clear glass jar
with indigo, orange, and burgundy.

Like God on my sill it sits,
gifts from gifts.

Published by Amy @ Generous Wisdom | Spacious Heart

Amy's work centers around the embodied experience of love's spaciousness and is grounded in brain, body, and heart-based wisdom. She teaches yoga, meditation, & writing as a way to foster tender self-love that supports empathy and compassion-driven work in the world. Check out her bio @amysecrist.com.

2 Comments

  1. cynthia says:
    September 25, 2014 at 3:22 pm

    Oh Amy, I love this poem!!! Especially the ending. Especially all of it!! ” Like God on my sill it sits,
    gifts from gifts” is amazing and powerful ending. All of this piece is wonderful and so loving.The names of the flowers and leaves and colors are delicious. This is one of my favorite poems. What gifts we receive!!! All is gift and grace!!! Thank you for your gift of these words and reminders of gifts. God Bless…love and light…

    Reply
    1. Amy @ Love and Be Loved says:
      September 25, 2014 at 3:27 pm

      Thank you Cynthia! It is a gift of the Spirit to be reminded!

      Reply

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