Out of the blue,
the phone rings once—
not with bad news,
but laughter spilling through the speaker
like marbles across a kitchen floor.
A letter arrives
with your name handwritten crookedly,
inside: a photograph
you forgot existed,
your younger self grinning at nothing
and everything.
Rain begins on a cloudless afternoon.
A stranger pays for your coffee.
An old song wanders out of a store doorway
and suddenly your chest remembers
how hope used to feel.
The world is strange that way.
It hides small fireworks
inside ordinary hours.
Not every surprise is thunder.
Some arrive softly—
a hand on your shoulder,
a message at midnight,
a seed breaking open underground
where nobody can applaud it.
And then there are the rare ones:
love returning unannounced,
good news blooming in hard seasons,
joy crashing through the ceiling
like sunlight finding a forgotten room.
Out of the blue,
life sometimes remembers
to be generous.
Thank-you for reading
Brenda Marie
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Wonderful poem about the possible generosity of life, Brenda!
Thank- you so for stopping by and reading, Tim.
My pleasure, Brenda. 😍
What a beautiful, tender poem, Brenda. You’ve captured those quiet, unexpected moments of grace so vividly—I love the image of laughter spilling “like marbles across a kitchen floor,” and the way hope returns through an old song or a stranger’s small kindness. That final image of a seed breaking open underground, unseen, is just stunning. Thank you for reminding us that joy doesn’t always announce itself with thunder.
Thank you so much for this thoughtful reflection. Your words touched me deeply. I’m especially grateful that those small images and quiet moments resonated with you, because that was exactly the feeling I hoped to capture—that joy often arrives softly, almost unnoticed, yet still changes us. I love how you described it as grace. Thank you for reading so carefully and for sharing such kindness here.
You are most welcome Brenda 🌺🤝