steaming cup in hand
I ponder this days graces,
from waking in a warm bed
to the cats insistent tapping on my nose,
calling me to feed him.
Time for prayer and reading, hot tea
that preceeded this hot coffee,
preparation of soup for lunch,
knowing there is bread to accompany it,
signs of spring in the garden,
daffodils and hyacinths in bloom,
tulips in bud, leaves unfurling,
and still there is more,
a chat with my son,
a message from a friend,
the deep knowledge that you
are here with me
even in the fog of depression
there is light...
the other cat is on my lap now,
her deep rumbling purr
fills the room...
I take a sip from my
steaming cup
and I know
all will be well...
Image, Snowdrops; mine
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