You can’t count the bad things that happen. They don’t count against life. They are life. Only count the good things. Let every blessing strengthen you.
life
Days end
my life is a mess
but this moment is perfect
my life is perfect
Beautiful & unfair
Life is not always fair — sometimes you get a splinter sliding down
Anew
Our bodies let go when it’s time to let go — it’s called death. We ought to let go of the little burdensome things each day — that’s called living.
Fortunate misfortunes
Death bumps into life many times as just a passerby — says excuse me then goes on his way.
Life expectancy
“Why be saddled with this thing called life expectancy? Of what relevance to an individual is such a statistic? Am
—Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com
Depending
Sometimes life gives honey
and other times, stings;
Sometimes we need roots—
and other times, wings.
Resilient
The best faith is not the stagnant,
Delusions & cliffs
paths of long-term security
dead-end without notice
in the mercurial maze of life
Brimming
Time pours his guests a cup of tea but the party is over before we know it.
Decide
Life is a neverending series of judgment calls.
Death lights heavy
Hummingbird mama
abandons her nonviable eggs —
but keeps checking back
a few more times, just to be sure.
An arm falls from a sickly saguaro
and breaks open on the ground
like a prickly green eggshell —
after decades of desert still-life
a few seconds of death-motion.
But the night breeze is so beautiful
those breezes are — so beautiful
it’s hard not to get swept away.
Vale of tears
“Life is a vale of tears in which there are moments you just can’t
—Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com