Judge a Book by It’s Content

Dandelions in the fields

Weeds that help to heal

Some pull and pluck and kill

The plant is a weed

Something too ill

Not knowing the speed

To cure, mend, and feed

Don’t judge a book by it’s cover

Judge a book by it’s content

Everything has a purpose and grace

Even in the most forsaken place

The weed thrives, cures, and blooms

History’s Baggage Turned Into Blessings

If your hands are full of hate

You can’t receive peace

If your heart is full of bitterness

You have no room for love

If your mind is full of fear

You can’t think of paths as clear

If you hang on to history’s baggage

You can’t fly into promised lands

Sometimes loosing is not a loss

If you are opening and making room

For what is yet to come

Gratitude Liberates

Gratitude Permeates

Through the nothing works for me

Or the perception of a “bad day”

It is a sour solemn moment after all

Not a Day

Gratitude Liberates

Through the engulfing of labeled bad streaks

Through the realization of so many peaks reached

You realize it is not breached perception

A descending constipation

But instead a permeable liberation

To appreciate what actually is

Because Gratitude Liberates

Abundantly