Photo: Watarrka National Park, NT.
When the day is perfect,
even when it’s not
and redemption is easy because
we rejoice in the ordinary,
when even elation falls short
of the truth before us
and extraordinary is
in the cracks we pass over,
the language of angels
could not speak this ecstasy,
silence is the better part
as the heart delights.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
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Magical words and image, Paul. The light is so beautiful. And I like the contrasting
feel of the desert like rocks and the green trees. I could spend time there!
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I’m certain you’d love it out there, it is just divine.
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My sentiments of late gorgeously portrayed in your artistic words
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Thank you so much Laura, much appreciated.
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Such perfect lovely words that go with the beautiful photo, Paul.
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Thank for sharing that Winnie, appreciate your wonderful thoughts.
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Superb writing sir, thank you so much for sharing it.
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Thank you Francis
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You are most welcome sir
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wise words with a stunning shot 🙂
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Thank you, yes, there’s something about the bush 🙂
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can’t argue with that 🙂
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I thought as much, peas in a pod 🙂
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yin and yang!
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😉
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Gorgeous shot and wise words!❤️
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Thank you so much for sharing those wonderful words.
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“When the day is perfect, even when it’s not … ”
I really like these words. And the image that goes with the poem. Thanks very much!
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Thank you so much Marge, glad it connected for you.
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Beautiful. The poem sweeps me away and the image makes me wish I was there!
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That is a wonderful response, thank you Suzanne.
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I certainly enjoy the quiet—and this verse! Very well done.
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Many thanks Jim for sharing that, much appreciated.
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Yes, silence is the best-unspoken word of the unheard. Lovely poem, Paul.
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So agree Megha, thank you.
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The best dialect is silence. Beautiful poem again and love the pic too. I haven’t been to the NT yet. On my bucket list.
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Thank you Dawn, yes, you must go.
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I have plans 🙂Just took some beautiful pics at BSN Jetty. Storm rolling in!
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Yes, a place for great scenes Bsn jetty, those black clouds finally disgorged .
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👌👌👌
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Love this!!!
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Many thanks
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Very kind 🙂
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More beautiful memories evoked by your words
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Thank you Lyn.
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