Value comes when I sit
With God on the couch.
He whispers “Love” in the morning dark.
Value comes in light peeking through
Golden green maple leaves.
Value comes in listening
To sweet six
And seven year olds
Stumbling over words.
They look up and smile.
Value is not my blog or you reading it.
Value is pouring out my life
Like hot coffee from French press
As I write longhand on blue lines.
Sip with me and know
You are welcome, you have value
Just by being. Tweet This
Value is as elusive as
The Hope Diamond,
The emeralds in the Smithsonian.
The most beautiful one is often the most ordinary—
Each of us living, walking, breathing through our lives
Value makes no noise. Tweet This
He sees us and says “Beautiful.”
This post is Day 22 of 31 Days of Poetry.
What makes you feel value? Tweet This