We search for hidden meanings
In the smallest of things
The sheen of feathers
On an Eagle’s wings
A drop of morning dew
Glistening on a flower petal
Rhythm of music
Classical or metal
But meaning exists
In each and every thing
A small child ‘s laughter
A wedding ring
Meaning, though, is personal
Not the same from one to another
A blue moon to sister
Means not the same to brother
Seek inside for your own truth
And once found gainsay it not
Embrace it, grok it, let it be
For meaning found be meaning sought
About the Creator
Andrew C McDonald
Andrew McDonald was a 911 dispatcher for 30 yrs with a B.S. in Math (1985). He served as an Army officer 1985 to 1992, honorably exiting a captain.
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Comments (3)
Seems you like the same images as me! lol
I love your poem and the story behind it; many times I observe nature and do not look for a meaning. It just is. 😁
This was so positive and uplifting. Loved your poem!