amidst sorrow, blessings
abound, often hidden, buried
in emotional rubble, waiting
for recognition, they remain
invisible. Like untouched children,
drowned by neglectful indifference,
alone they die, to yearn rebirth.
These are sad times, chaotic times, ugly times. But in this dualistic world, for all its evil there must be at least an equal amount of good. I hope to dwell in it.
My blessings are too many to count. However, as I sit here, my husband happily searching for recipes on his laptop, my dogs chasing rabbits in their dreams, the house still like my mountains - I realize my blessings are all contained in this moment. I am grateful.
(Sandy, from "Writing in Faith", wrote about a meme - "Blog Your Blessings". It no longer exists but luckily we don't need a meme for this. May your blessings be endless.)