Of all the gifts you might desire,
I offer one—a wish that speaks of wonder,
bids you rest by the side of the wandering river,
watch it idle through meadows and fields, be soothed
by the opus of crickets and frogs, caressed with the velvet
dust of flight song, and feel earth’s soul.
Together, may you suckle the honey of pure wild fragrance,
lay your head on a pillow of russet leaves. Drawn by the truth
of the sun and dreams of the moon, the peace and beauty
of nature will be yours and you will reap a life simple
and magnificent forever, imprinted with love.
This is all I choose for you.
…
Dreams of a Wingless Child, Mary O’Connor © 2007; photo © 2013 Mary O’Connor
Life Is Full of Sweet Spots 
A gift indeed! Lovely!
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But of course I chose for them all that I would like to have!
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This poem is very timely for me and you write with such insight and love of the natural world.
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Thanks. Yes, I read, and very much liked, your post about Spring, Weddings, Blessings and Blossom. Beautifully done. Best wishes to you!
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Have read it to my daughter and decided to reblog it as it is such a beautiful poem and wish.
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Thank you! I wrote that particular poem a few years ago for my godchild and read it as part of her wedding ceremony.
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