Happiness is not elusive...
... it is there waiting patiently inside to be revealed by self-acceptance and unconditional self-love ♥~•~
Thinking about Happiness, I came across this poem by Hazelmarie 'Mattie' Elliott:
A Breath of Heaven
Every now and then,when the world sits just right,a gentle breath of heavenfills my soul with delight,and I sigh ~as sun brings its morning,its gift of warmth to chase the chill,from the crook of night's armsarising o'er that far hill,and I know ~heaven smiles,and I smile, too,though life can be hardwhile dreams are few ~yet, every now and then,when this world sits just right,a gentle breath of heavenfills my soul with delight,and I see ~the turning of a leafdancing in an autumn sun,and brilliant shades of crimsonglowing when a day is done,and I sigh ~when a rose stands alone,thriving where no others thrive,a rare bouquet of onestill strong, still alive,and I know ~even in shadowsheaven catches, unaware,those blinded by visionsof hatred and despair,and I see ~a promise of tomorrowin that wind around the bend,as it carries a dream of hopewith no hate or pain to tend,and I pray ~when every now and then,this world sits just right,as a gentle breath of heavenfills my soul with delight,and I smile...
Thinking about Happiness, I came across this poem by Hazelmarie 'Mattie' Elliott:
A Breath of Heaven
Every now and then,when the world sits just right,a gentle breath of heavenfills my soul with delight,and I sigh ~as sun brings its morning,its gift of warmth to chase the chill,from the crook of night's armsarising o'er that far hill,and I know ~heaven smiles,and I smile, too,though life can be hardwhile dreams are few ~yet, every now and then,when this world sits just right,a gentle breath of heavenfills my soul with delight,and I see ~the turning of a leafdancing in an autumn sun,and brilliant shades of crimsonglowing when a day is done,and I sigh ~when a rose stands alone,thriving where no others thrive,a rare bouquet of onestill strong, still alive,and I know ~even in shadowsheaven catches, unaware,those blinded by visionsof hatred and despair,and I see ~a promise of tomorrowin that wind around the bend,as it carries a dream of hopewith no hate or pain to tend,and I pray ~when every now and then,this world sits just right,as a gentle breath of heavenfills my soul with delight,and I smile...
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