Tired, but aren’t we all?
Weathered storms some big, some small.
Old barns still stand tall.
Fog can hide the truth.
Light is there, just search with care.
Bridges offer strength.
Summer shows its strength.
Still have no fear, fall is near.
I’m afraid of snow.
Broken at the source.
Branches still reach out to all.
Can we do the same?
Let’s pray for some.
Lest we fall in waters deep.
I will swim upstream.
Each one of my dogs has been a blessing.
And then there’s Maddie.
So full of love for the young, and the old.
So full of peace when I gaze into her eyes.
So full of joy no matter the weather.
So full of strength in her journey with three legs.
Can we learn from our dogs?
You bet we can.
Standing tall in rain.
Weathering storms, big and small.
Windmills are like us.