M.E.'s Thoughts

Expectations are measuring sticks of the world They shadow our eyes from the miracles that happen every day. They are what we assume will happen based on the past They are what we want to happen based on our own desires But expectations limit, based on our earthly desires They have no vision of the infinite If we hold to our expectations We are limited to the scope of our own reality By the confines of our personal experiences and knowledge Rather than the expanse of possibility The limitless plans of Him who has no boundaries Let expectations free into the wind Give up striving for others' happiness And instead, hold your breath with expectancy Waiting to see what amazing things will occur today Delighting in the things that just happen A smile from a stranger A story that makes you spontaneously laugh from your gut Random meetings with friends old and new A message from a loved one just to say they are thinking of you The meal you've prepared being cle...

He who layered every line Into the cliff's face He who painted the veregated color Of each iris petal He whose hand carved the dendrites Of each crystal snowflake How much more carefully does he entwine Each thread of our life's tapestry? He who knows each single eagle By the sound of their cry He who gave voices to the wind For storm and gentle breeze He who listens for the breath Of every crawling beast How much clearer does he hear The quietest whisper of our heart He who brushed the wisps Of every clouded sky He who placed the tiniest bud Onto the willow's branch He who shaped the granite stone Into rocky peaks aloft How much more intricately does he lay The stepping stones of whatever our chosen path He who knows the number of grains On the expanse of sandy shores He who has tallied the residents  Of the buzzing hive He who has numbered the blades of grass Of the rippling meadow How much more does he keep count Of every teardrop shed ...