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.

~  Jamie K. Reaser, Author

Published in "Coming Home: Learning to Actively Love this World"

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