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...
