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The Choice

Poems From The Porch




I saw my first butterfly of the season today,

a rust-colored fairy dancing among the wildflowers.


The musical soundtrack for today’s scene is orchestrated with a persistent rooster, delicate chimes, and happy birdsong.


I can feel my heart softening into the moment in open receptivity to what is offered,

a fresh breeze softly wooing.


Now the butterfly has alighted on the smiling, pink daisy,

petal face turned toward the sun.


And that is the direction of my open heart, too,

relaxing into the promise of this blue sky day,

knowing that my every action creates a reaction,

mindful that I have a choice.


I choose love.


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