The ship that sails - poem

I'd rather be the ship that sails

And rides the billows wild and free;

Than to be the ship that always fails 

To leave its port and go to sea.

I'd rather feel the sting of strife,

Where gales are born and tempests roar;

Than settle down to useless life

And rot in dry dock on the shore.

I'd rather fight some mighty wave

with honor in supreme command;

And fill at last a well-earned grave,

Than die in ease upon the sand.

I'd rather drive where sea storms blow,

And be the ship that always failed 

To make the ports where it would go,

Than be the ship that never sailed.

Author unknown

Three Beautiful Things (1)

What a great meme, to write about three beautiful things! What a great way to practice mindfulness! There are so many beautiful things in our lives, may we all exercise this gift often. I endeavour to make such an entry at least once a month.

Here goes:

kissing couple   

I saw them unpacking her bags from his car in a flurry of door-openings and door-closings and awkward gestures. To me, it looked like the confusion that new love and excitement can create. Not long after making their way through the garden, they stopped to re-distribute the three small bags. That is when he took her face in his hands, looked at her, then kissed her. A simple act which I believe masked a certain giddiness. It made me smile.                                                                                                                                                      
mauve crocuses  

Only saw them out of the corner of my eye. So pretty, for a moment I forgot that I was tired and hungry.         

                                                                                                                           
empty plate   

He had eaten his dinner. I am glad.