
Blessed
How wonderful not to know
what will happen the next moment
or tomorrow or next year.
Why should I carry this knowing,
why should I keep it?
The wind is blowing,
the grass grows in stillness,
the trees smile at me
with their rough, warm trunks.
Tears trickle down on my cheeks
of gratitude and emotion.
This beauty and this love
is more than enough.
My heart is overflowing.
I am blessed. |