Sometimes it seems
In all the swirling light
With pedals and scents of roses
Somehow we miss delight.
Somehow it goes
That in the work so pure
With all the progress made
Our hearts are still not sure.
Somehow I dream
Despite the aching pain
And all the death that falls around
My heart returns again.
A Soul's Walk 
Reblogged this on In Lee's Shoes.
Cheers. May you find peace in the storm and gratitude in your heart.
Yeah, our hearts are never quite sure, at least I know my isn’t….
I hear that sister.