Crumpled or wrinkled
that’s how you made me feel
When i stumble and been humbled
by the lessons of your will.
Rainbows and roses
wisdom and its thorn
Poetry and proses
i can write after the storm.
Pretty laces or crumpled ribbons
tied to a bow of hopeful reasons
Now i’m grateful and feel blissful
The gift of life in changing seasons.
Copyright © 2015 Joys of Joel by Joel F. All Rights Reserved.
The miniature menus and attractions
i got to hold while visiting the nanaimo museum
brought me to a bigger convention
acknowledging that the great little small things
are not entirely different from the big things.
The small things we took for granted
we barely noticed along the way
because our sight is limited
to that big thing on top of the mountain
while we are still on the valleys
Forgetting to smell the flowers
because we look forward more
to those tall distant trees
thinking that the fruits it bear
is greater than what the tiny bees are enjoying
Complaining that we have so little time
and such small things in our hand
we tend to climb the mountains
and surprisingly discover
that what appears to be big from the valley
is still small and little
when we reach the top of the mountain
Looking down
the view from the peak
we still see everything small and little
and still wish for something bigger.
Yes everything below and within us
is still small and little
no matter how far we’ve reached
Nothing different when
we were still in the valleys aiming for the peak.
I am no different
just like everyone else
but sometimes i don’t know when to stop
to remind myself “How Big is My Little.”
Copyright © 2014 Joys of Joel by Joel F. All Rights Reserved.
Crumpled or wrinkled
that’s how you made me feel
When i stumble and been humbled
by the lessons of your will.
Rainbows and roses
wisdom and its thorn
Poetry and proses
i can write after the storm.
Pretty laces or crumpled ribbons
tied to a bow of hopeful reasons
Now i’m grateful and feel blissful
The gift of life in changing seasons.
Copyright © 2015 Joys of Joel by Joel F. All Rights Reserved.
Life is like an ocean. It comes on waves ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, sometimes it’s overwhelming. And just when you thought you’ve seen it all, you’ll be caught by surprise that there’s more to come.
Realizing that Life is a cycle. Still being thankful that there will be always be something to be grateful for. And knowing deep inside that there will always be something beautiful to look forward to. Yes, the best wave of your life is still out there. Learn to surf the waves and enjoy the ride.
Copyright © 2014 Joys of Joel by Joel F. All Rights Reserved.
The miniature menus and attractions i got to hold while visiting the nanaimo museum, brought me to a bigger convention acknowledging that the great little small things are not entirely different from the big things.
The small things we took for granted , we barely noticed along the way because our sight is limited to that big thing on top of the mountain while we are still on the valleys. Forgetting to smell the flowers since we look forward more to those tall distant trees , thinking that the fruits it bear is greater than what the tiny bees are enjoying.
Complaining that we have so little time and such small things in our hand, we tend to climb the mountains and surprisingly discover that what appears to be big from the valley is still small and little when we reach the top of the mountain. Looking down , the view from the peak , we still see everything small and little and still wish for something bigger. Yes everything below and within us is still small and little no matter how far we’ve reached, nothing different when we were still in the valleys aiming for the peak.
I am no different, just like everyone else. But sometimes i don’t know when to stop and tell myself “How Big is My Little.” –by JoelF
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