Soon, it will be Warm Enough to Open Windows
Wonderful words shared by a talented writer.
bless the men with the wounds so heavy
they bleed from the spears in their sides,
driven in their ribs by their own hands,
carved from the voices, the ghosts, the darkness.
bless the women just the same.
bless mother nature as she shakes her snow globe –
furiously kissing everything she touches
with her shimmering flakes.
bless the hearts that ache for the sun
and age with each new fallen
blanket of white.
bless the sadness that falls like rain
down hills of fleshy cheeks,
and bless the hours upon hours
of uninterrupted television watching.
bless the foolish dances to the Fabulous Four
socks sliding across linoleum, kitchen floors.
bless the appreciation of the moment
of being.
bless the friends who show up
who create traditions, a way of saying –
“I’ll always show up.”
“I’ll always be here.”
“Come to me just as you are.”
and bless me…
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