Feathered Blessings

 

Feathered Blessings

 

Sweat drips from every pore

 

And sun blinds me.

 

So much work unfinished

 

As my heart pounds.

 

The mirror is my enemy

 

But the birds hidden among leaves

 

Sing “pretty, pretty.”

 

Weary and working to catch my breath,

 

I smile in their direction.

 

By Martha L Shaw © 8-6-2013

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2 Responses to Feathered Blessings

  1. Dear Martha, I understand and live with so much unfinished. I’m going for walks again to build stamina and get back in shape. In the past I’ve tried and failed, so going very slowly this time and thinking long-term. Many blessings, Ellen

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    • Thanks, Ellen. The physical battle is easier than battling the voices of deceit though . . . Those voices try every way imaginable to beat us down. I will not be beaten! I am a beautiful princess of the King of Kings and so are you, Sister! Blessings to you also!

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