I don’t remember
planting these seeds.
They must have gleamed
in my hand, like sand,
like dust. I must
have let them drop
almost unnoticed,
let them grow
half-tended, undeserved
and now, I am so grateful
to be gathering this crop
of kindness and of love.
The best kind of harvest! ❤️ a lovely poem Sarah 😊
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So lovely. Some harvests are from the accidental realms, which we didn’t intend or give much shrift to. And teaches us that we are always sowing, ever reaping. The gods are still there in those margins, I think. – Brendan
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I loved “how to the point” this was. Keep gathering with you encouraging words.
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How lovely to be gathering a crop of kindness and love. And so well-deserved, Sarah.
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Lots of gratitude at the moment ❤️
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perfect!!
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What a wonderful harvest. (K)
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Thank you ☺️
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Love this poem
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Thank you
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Wow! I really loved it Sarah.
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Ah so lovely. And will all the tight perfection of a seed too.
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