Blindsided and Blessed


We drove through placid hillsides

Watching light upon the trees,

Luminous and dazzling…

We rode behind the breeze.


I was counting fence posts

That passed me by like time,

You were in reflection,

Parallel to mine.


Not much conversation,

There was much to see,

So lost within my musing

And silent reverie…


That I never saw it coming

It caught me unaware,

You tiptoed in my heart

As quiet as a prayer.


Blindsided and blessed

Love hit me with its mark,

It built a burning fire

From a little single spark.


Blindsided and blessed,

My life is not the same,

You broke into my heart

And there you will remain....


Sharon Frye


Artwork: Evening Glory

Steven Mitchell