there might be another way,
I hear friends whisper,
they talk gently,
(as if a breeze might snatch the truth away),
we can we can live lives flowing over,
I start simply, by mumbling thanks for what I have this day;
a friend , some bread, some sunshine,
that I have another day;
some time, some paints, some words,
then on my skin a sensation,
the air is fresh today,
music floats in from passing travelers,
and into my heart,
surprising me, making me pink and warm,
children awake with giggles (as only kids can),
the water of life running over me,
as I wash my hands with the hope, and abundance,
walking gently on the willing sacrifice of others.
“not Idly do the leaves of Lorien fall’
Aragorn , JRR Tolkien LOTR
