Worry Stone

My worry stone is a piece of clear glass. Serenity etched into the face. I turn the crystal and caress the word with my finger tips. Cast a glance - the word is difficult to see. Lesson - serenity is felt not seen.

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Mark Goodson

Date: 11/1/2012 1:18:00 PM

Nicely put Ann!

Sara Kendrick

Date: 11/1/2012 9:30:00 AM

Great thoughts penned..Enjoyed reading this morn..Sara

Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 10/30/2012 8:19:00 AM

A pleasure to sit and read poetry this morning. We are getting snow from the Hurricane and the cold northern air coming down from Canada here is Piqua, Ohio this morning. I am glad your excellent poem was one that I came across to read. I hope you are having a good day and if you are in the mist of this weather that you are safe and remain safe Ann. Love, Carol

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 10/29/2012 3:51:00 PM

I really love a good etheree. this is awesome, ann!

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 10/29/2012 12:09:00 PM

Well written - a good poem Ann. - Have a nice new week - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)