Beneath the boughs of flocked green,
A tapestry of colors and folded seams,
Each box is a story, neatly wrapped,
In ribbons whispering secret dreams.
The red, the white, the silver, the blue,
Each one a promise, each one is true.
They symbolize hope, joy, love, and grace,
A reminder of friendship in their embrace.
em
“This world is of a single piece; yet, we invent nets to trap it for our inspection. Then we mistake our nets for the reality of the piece. In these nets we catch the fishes of the intellect but the sea of wholeness forever eludes our grasp. So, we forget our original intent and then…
We entered Vermont in heavy rain, and our GPS routed us to our destination via a dirt road “shortcut,” which meant that our car looked like it had already endured a long winter without washing. This was good because, from that point forward, we did not hesitate to turn down any dirt road that caught…
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — William Butler Yeats After a personally disappointing November, I’m working to lift my spirits, so most of my posts and photos for the rest of December will be holiday and Christmas-themed. As a personal challenge, I’ll focus on being…
Earl, my wrapping skills are mediocre, but it gets the job done.
You could probably do better than me, Ken. There are always gift bags! Haha
First of all I love the image!! And that poem is tops, my friend. Your use of keywords: promise, joy, dreams, hope, gace, and friendship shout of love. I also am not the best at wrapping and fall back on the gift bags. Just curious but which one has my name on it.
The biggest one, of course, Monte! 😀