It’s tax time, and I find it hard to deal, not only with a zillion little receipts and the related stress of funding things that I deplore. I’m grumpy, headachey and there’s a stack of paper to shred pouring across the living room like a river of doom. AND it is Sunday and sunshine peeks behind white clouds of infinity and there soon will be coffee and pancakes fortifying the work. So, it’s once again reframe time. Looking for the grace and the gratitude.
In recognition of Poetry Month, let’s celebrate with this one!
a poem by ee cummings
i thank you God for most this amazing
day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday; this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any – lifted from the no
of all nothing – human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
Writing Prompt: I thank you…