The grass was not green,
the sky was not blue,
and the weather
far from perfect.
But wherever in life I’ve been,
to whomever I was true,
I am reminded of all of it
so I sat and wept.
And tears are not the bad part,
they will dry and be gone.
It’s the days when I can’t cry,
that I doubt, maybe my heart
has turned to stone,
with pain forever inside.

“The beginning of love
is the will to let those we love
be perfectly themselves,
the resolution not to twist them
to fit our own image.”

~Thomas Merton

Artist ~Frederick Morgan
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