Tuesday, October 13, 2009

blessings of details


my blessings are many


my trials are few


some dark days i find it hard to hold onto these perspectives


but as i swim


the water is cold, the darkness beneath me is full of an ominous hard to resist downward pull


but i resist


and some days that resistance is all i can do


and i see those small things - like the thrush on the grass, or the patch of daisies, both of them being so beautiful, so complete, so whole, so achingly perfect


that the balance shifts and i feel more able to resist...

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