Song in My Hand #haiku #photography #poem #Gibran


broken egg

 

In a style that can only be Gibran:

Once I filled my hand with mist. Then I opened it, and look, the mist was a worm. And I closed and opened my hand again, and behold there was a bird. And again I closed and opened my hand, and in its hollow stood a man with a sad face turned upward. And again I closed my hand, and when I opened it, there was nothing but mist. But I heard a song of exceeding sweetness. 

I am inspired:

 lesson in the mist

fledgling wings  in key of “C”

nature’s psalms

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Carpe Diem shares this wonderful reflection by Kahlil Gibran

We are prompted to write about Mist.

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