Why do we make mistakes
did the choices look right at the time,
did a voice whisper no, did we ignore?
Did something glitter that had us in awe ?
Was it easier to take a skip and a spin
than contemplate for a while.
Taking time now, sitting by a stream
under a Birch and Spruce,
I can see that mistakes can lead to wonders
to joys that shine and give blessings.
So I feel a peace descending ,
could some mistakes be the foundation
of the shine and fullness I feel now.
Maybe the weave I wove with so many colours
created a work of art, just so.
Yes, there would be so many colours
blues from the sky, ocean and lakes.
Colours from rocks, trees and fields.
Streaks of black from the night woven in.
c/ miriam ivarson