Sometimes I feel like the bird, tiny and afraid and vulnerable
Sometimes I feel like the hand that holds the bird, strong and commanding and powerful
When I'm the bird, I ask for courage
When I'm the hand, I ask for grace
For to be the bird that surrenders to the fate of the hand, takes pluck
But to be the hand that controls the fate of the bird, takes humility
Be brave and be kind
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Image from here,
4 comments:
This is so very, very beautiful Angela
What a gorgeous photo - your words are perfect.
Lovely way to start the day, thanks
A very beautiful photo!
♥ it!
Have a wonderful day,
Hugs,
Yvonne
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