There they were..low under the camelias.A tiny trio of starry-eyed blue.
Unseen by the walking with head high.
The soil seeker's eyes found the source and discovered that to see you must become a small one. You must go down.. all the way with the Three..hiding as One..where humility lives in the shade of camelias.
Gathering the bouquet in thanksgiving for..
81. grace pure and abundant
82. safe return home of children
83. steadfast sacrifice of a husband's day
84. his generous heart
85. his yes to beauty
86. the vastness of the blue sky vaulted white and soft today
87. tiny shy buds of new growth
88. sunshine glowing white through camelia petals
89. deep blue of forget-me-nots hiding low
90. squeals of children bouncing trampolines
91. young father holding small hands and piercing high the air too
92. perfume of violets at the gate
93. father-in -law's reminder of daylight saving
94. food in plentiful pots
95. a pillow faithful to my yearning
96. touches of healing sustaining hope
97. mercy undeserved
98. the call not revoked
99. family
100. Father..You!
blessings..Trish
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