Wednesday, December 24, 2014

The Berries




















Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser


I could have picked
them. I didn’t. Red.
Round. Winter saying
something, boldly.
Maybe to the red
bird in the green-
boughed pine. Maybe
to me. But, I have a
thought. It’s about
beauty. Maybe it’s a
test. The important
kind. Maybe someone
up there wants to
know if you can see
a thing and praise it
and that is all. This
I’ve tried. I can’t do
it. Every time I walk
away, my heart is
full.



© 2014-2015/Jamie K. Reaser
From "Coming Home: Learning to Actively Love this World"
Published by Talking Waters Press
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