Blessing Basket

I walk beneath the island trees
rekindling lost fire,
awakening to her presence.
Cool air from the north
flows across the broad sea
lifting white caps
on billowing waves.
She’s coming to greet me
with her blessing basket.
How can I refuse?





9 Responses to “Blessing Basket”

  1. Pat Fitzsimmons says:

    i’m feeling this too Don, as I sit on our deck with the stream running below and the mountains cresting across the horizon.

  2. Bill Gordon says:

    Simply beautiful!

  3. Pichay says:

    Thank you. Brings out the sailor in me, loving the sea’s guidance and messages. Critical to ocean navigation–and to heart.

  4. David Banner says:

    You CAN’T refuse! (smile)

  5. Gloria says:

    Blessings flow as one greets the morning sun
    greets the day
    baskets overflowing
    as we gather together
    aware awake
    trusting the flow…
    Thanks Don for once again creating a visual picture for us to see♥️

  6. This reminds me that I carry the basket and need only turn towards the wind alway blowing my way- if only I would pay attention- even when I am not it is still blowing, consciousness always on the crest. Glory BE.

  7. Rose says:

    So lovely, Don. Poignant and simple.

  8. Teddy Gardner says:

    Thank you for this morning gift

  9. Ronnie Lim says:

    Refreshing, Don. Your blessing basket of poetry seems bottomless! Thank you, my friend.

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