Hand of cards
Posted in Articles on 08/23/2009 12:49 pm by ShaziaBuried beneath the dust storm of habits and churning thought.
There is a greater vision of something, soaring beyond the confined plot.
I blinked for a moment and could not see clearly, my vision blurred by a hazy glaze.
The push and pull of routine and emotion, mapping a muddled maze.
With trepidation I broke one habit and examined the shattered shards
Oh I was following a set pattern, without observing my hand of cards.
Therein there is a King with a vision that is sharp and keen
A Queen with a softer gentleness, artful and serene.
And beside the 4′s and 5′s, a Jack of Hearts stands by
A joy for living is his gift but he is not afraid to cry.
What a wondrous set they are – in life’s sport they sway.
And there it was, I joined the game and now I am ready to play.
Hand of cards - photo by Brooke Stevens
