The day began with birds singing
A wakeup melody of praise.
I joined them in spirit
With words of my own
Then proceeded on with my day.
Smiling,
I made coffee
And fed my body
As my soul had been,
And smiled still.
There is turmoil all around me
And though I try
I cannot change it all
But I do not have to let it change me.
Sing . . .
Smile . . .
Praise . . .
I choose joy.
By Martha L Shaw – © 9-17-2013
I am working on not letting the turmoil change me. It seems almost magnetic, this constant barrage of hate, and it seems to suck us in. I have to remember not to hate the haters. Beautiful poem.
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AMEN! You are so right! Could be that they’ve received no earthly love and need it badly. Very difficult.
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🙂 I love the positive message, Martha!
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Thanks so much Renard!
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You are welcome, Martha!
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I choose joy as well. It’s not that I’m oblivious to what’s happening in the world. It’s difficult to blot it all out, especially when it lands on your screen, sometimes in stereo. But, equipped with the power to choose how I react to it, and how I allow it to affect me is mine all mine to determine.
I will typically hear myself saying: “Peace Be Still,” several times a day, then moving on to more positive sights, sounds, and feelings.
Martha, thanks for sharing your beautiful poem, and the pretty wild flowers. I must admit noticing them right off!
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