04/06/2021
the old and wise
they speak to me
not in words
some things cannot
be said that way
they speak to me
down deep within
they flow through me
like an ancient wind
whispering softly
in these hallowed halls
telling tales
that only they know
from being here
so very long ago ❤
~ poem "Old & Wise" by Michael Traveler, author/poet
INTRODUCING the photographic artistry of J Smilanic of Dawnfire Photography and WNC Landscape Photography ... http://www.dawnfirephotography.com/
author's Note:
I feel that writing should take each of us on a magical journey into the ordinary life that we each live and discover the extraordinary magic and wonder that has been there all along, silent quiet miracles that often go unnoticed because they're disguised as ordinary every day things that we don't see or hear for what they really are ... that we don't realize are really quite amazing ... really miraculous ...
Our baby's smile, our children's or grandchildren's laughter, the breath we take, the sunrise each morning that we are blessed enough to wake up to ... these things are ordinary, every day stuff that we just assume will always be there ... until one day these miracles "in disguise" are gone ... then we wish, we pray they'd come back ... then, we finally see and hear and know how wonderful, how miraculous they truly are and have always been ...
Welcome to the America I know and love ... 🙂 ❤