All the Things
Do I need to elaborate?
I feel like if a day has too many positive things, it's horrible to read. It's like someone's saccharine Facebook status that makes you want to vomit.
My life is so wonderful and X, Y, Z, make me happier than I've ever been, and I only wish everyone could be as happy as me!
Great. That's...great. Good for you. You annoy me.
So, at the risk of sounding too much like that person, I'll write a poem.
Sunlight through the windows
to wake me from my sleep
slow mornings full of mysteries
break/fast with something sweet.
A long walk down Hope Street
to read the Word of God
Familiar faces in unfamiliar scenes
baklava in vestments taken
sharing piece by piece.
Return of berries with thanksgiving
living encyclopedias by those no longer living
shedding light and sparks of life
inspiring to write.
Cafe tables ripe for writing
mochaccinos on the house
friends and serendipity
a welcome guest about.
A surprise occasion to say Yia sou,
a conversation sta Ellinika,
the teacher who gave me the words to share
So many prayers lifted high
and showered back to earth
giving thanks for things already seen
and more for things I've not.