Just Supposing. - Poem by Fay Slimm
Suppose this flower I hold in my hand
Could speak of need for presence, reveal
How to exist, with quiet understanding,
Of what being a rose brings to life's zeal.
Suppose this tree I embrace with my arms
Could give me its truth about feeling peace
By finding beauty, in just being calm,
And in doing so find life's power increase.
Suppose this rock upon which I repose
Could like tree and rose, show me secrets
Of stillness survival, in which it knows
That being oneself leads to no regrets.
Suppose I seek joy in just being me.
Real assurance from rock, tree and rose
Would expose love of life's wonders, and
Become part to me too. I could I suppose.
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