WORDS LIKE LIGHT
Monday, August 23, 2021
It’s reassuring to remember, at the start of each day, that the entire day will be praiseworthy. Every single occurrence – every sight I see, every thought that presents itself, every breeze across my arms – will be commendable. Even situations that seem repulsive – some shock, some frightening incident – will, in some perhaps concealed way, be worthy of praise, since they all will contain a quiet but wide-ranging kind of wisdom, just for me. It’s like treasure lies in wait for me in every golden moment, which is all of them.
The coming hours will be exemplary in countless ways. I had best be ready to bow and receive and praise.
WHO KNOWS? a poem about Bill M., 87, Blessings, CT He used to love to answer questions with excellent answers, but now he responds with questions, especially "Who knows?", and he loves those two words - since who knows where wind comes from? and who knows if the sky has an end? and who knows when silence started? and hey, who knows who he or she really is? and who knows if all power isn't present right here and right now? Bill now knows that he truly knows nothing, and that's why he loves saying "Who knows?" and then smiling.