How Biutiful is the world
When we think of this life as a gift given freely?
Are we ever prepared to return it in kind to the giver?
Never wanting.
Never requesting anything in return.
Never blaming Him or Her/ asking God why?
How Biutiful is a shower of much needed rain on a humid day?
I do not feel like crying
When life is revealed to me as being just a momentary world wind tour
Filled with the faces and sounds, mostly of things that I love.
Biutiful things,
Sad things,
Tremendous amounts of energy
Producing that which I cannot.
How Biutiful.
How Biutiful?
How good it is.
( Inspired by the film "Biutiful")
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