There is Beauty Everywhere
Even the tattered tarp
that covers the woodpile,
battered as it is
by the bitter wind,
cups a puddle
of rainwater
in its folds,
which it offers now,
like a chalice,
to the thirsting sparrows.
By Maria Brady-Smith
Photo by Mike Smith
I love how you see the spiritual in every day things.
Thank you, Theresa. (Sorry to be so late in responding. I sometimes don’t get notification of comments!)