I love poetry, and I have many, many favorite poems. But the one that hits home every time I read it is a short, eight line verse that always reminds me to keep life's trial's in perspective. I distinctly remember moments "catching life back against my breast" and being grateful for the sun, the spring air, and the very act of breathing.
I HEARD a wood thrush in the dusk
Twirl three notes and make a star --
My heart that walked with bitterness
Came back from very far.
Three shining notes were all he had,
And yet they made a starry call --
I caught life back against my breast
And kissed it, scars and all.
Causes SM Johnson Supports
FAIR Wisconsin, Planned Parenthood