Thursday, November 19, 2015



Our foregrounds in life
seem so dominant..
Death and hardness
with fleeting joys
fill our senses
sadden our days..
Questions arise on
our identities amid
those foregrounds of
ill news and separation..

Our searches for answers
seem as unfruitful
weary minds need rest..
As we search in shadows
 a glimpse of background 
a touch of light..
Forgotten once
 but now remembered
this moment of grace..

We are filled and become
at last acquainted with
an infinite expanse 
 this our true Self..
Then to turn again
to the foreground
so foreboding before..
Now shining in peace
beauty and happiness
bringing our tears of

Happy Thanksgiving!
Elaine, Eileen, Anne

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