RING OUT

RING OUT

A Cymbal that never rings out
A violin that never sings,
Objects of beauty that lost their voice.

Birds on a branch in silence
People who never laugh
A world dying within.

May we see the light again
See it spread warmth and smiles,
The birds will sing
The music heal pain.

May we then all understand
That kindness and care fuel life and joy.

© miriam ivarson

SIMPLE THINGS

As I worked in the garden this morning, thanking flowers, leaves,
bees and birds. And so much more.
Thee was such a stillness around – a silence of contentment, of
knowing where you belong. Knowing who you are.

I felt again the strength of the truth, we are all part of the same
planet, the same universe. We derive nourishment from the same Earth.
Our intelligence is also part of the universal intelligence. Complex and
yet simple.

SIMPLE THINGS

or so we think
and yet we struggle to give,
easy and open smiles like a dewy rose,
Happy sounds like the birds gave me today.

Smiles as open and true as a child’s
Trust and care to those we meet.
A bird on the door handle
Fresh air drifting in.

So simple and yet so heavenly.

© miriam ivarson