So much could be written between those two
fragments, those two thoughts, no,
just parts of thoughts, fractions of events
both very bad on one side of the balance
(tipping that way at the moment) and
events very good (that will tip, with fierceness
eventually). I could explain woes encountered,
snarky kids, disappointing news,
but who really cares? Very few.
You have your own troubles, which
Jesus said were enough for the day
and usually, not trying to contradict the Lord
or anything but lately, they seem to push the envelope.
Which he knows. No surprises in his mailbox.
So, details for everyone else, not that important. Why
bring you down too on what may well have been
a grand day at your address, such happiness.
The cool thing,
the stellar thing,
the thing that keeps chins up,
eyes bright,
hearts singing, is the
Thing To Look Forward To.
Doesn't matter what is,
wouldn't tell you if you asked,
but know this and know it well:
It is There. And because it Is,
simply Because, I go to bed happy tonight.
Really, really tired. But happy.
So don't pity me. Pity instead the dread
of having nothing to live for,
no postponed joy, no hope.
Just This.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2012
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