for a life not to trade
blessings, in spades
behind laundry doors
and open drawers
gator tails, tarnished brass
cracks in kitchen sliding glass
wet towels, withering plants
with carpenter ants
buckets piled with
shoes and tags
and broken walls
in bathroom stalls
and carbon fumes
from children’s pranks
and sidewalk dung
and hidden smiles
chalk on board
with mr miles
and open sores
for pig in poke
and silver tip
thick red tape
and pimple nape
so out of norm
the joy of life…
in basic form
Oh give thanks
unto the Lord
for He is good
and His mercies,
they never fail us
Cj 2017 0108
So seldom, and maybe only as a last resort,
do we get what we really deserve.
Have you ever thought why people say, "I am one with the sky," or "Flowers are the best gifts for occasions"? I have a theory. A theory on simplicity, on matter and on souls. I think our souls are made up of matter which is simple and undefined. To put it simply, our souls are made up of many things. Many simple things.
Maybe that's why we feel comfortable, we love the most, and we accept things as they are, even the most plain ones. The simplest things, which stir the deepest and heaviest parts of our souls, matter the most. Our souls are consciously and unconsciously attracted to those things which widen and deepen our existence and the search of its meaning.
Whether it's holding the hand of the one we love or staring into their eyes; gazing at the celestial moving bodies above; watching a sprout grow out below; betiing which raindrop would win the race down a window pane; smelling the earth's freshness and the sea's salty breath; catching a whiff of freshly brewed coffee or tea; finding out the hidden meaning behind every flower specie; a friend's embrace or a stranger's courtesy. Even the most mechanical yet natural thing-- sleep-- we appreciate it all.
It's these things which awaken us to love and feel grateful, all the more. We know these little things belong to the simple matter that makes up our souls, and vice versa-- we belong to them; we are home with them. And it's by these little things which prove that the simplest can make a soul feel the greatest.
the air so sweet
but not too much
the grasses turned brown...
to those plants growing
which feed me
and to the flowers
that feed my soul...
one more blessing
to give thanks for
and so often
I can say many things,
Be them false or true,
But I… would never lie,
When it is all about you.
I can say that you are beautiful,
And it would be true,
If you do not believe me…
Look into a mirror,
Its reflection is always true.
You have the sweetest brown eyes…
This you had been told,
Your parents had been so right…
When they described the windows to your soul.
I can say that you are so kind,
And this many will confess,
You love to help those who you see,
Are equal to all the rest.
You have by far the sweetest smile,
That I had ever seen,
Just you go ahead and smile in the mirror,
And you will surely know what I mean.
But out of all your beauty,
What I loved most… from the start,
Had been your souls pure image,
Found hidden within your heart.
And this may sound quirky,
Yet Libby… it is so true,
I fell in love with that image,
The image of that beautiful you.
And I will tell the world,
Many times over too,
That I had found perfection,
For I had found it hidden in you.
And if some say to me… dear Joey,
No one ls perfect… can’t you see?
I shall say they never met you my dear…
My dear Liberata Maria Marinilli.
Oh, I know there is another,
With greater beauty than thee,
But I refer to only those created,
And you’re the most beautiful… Liberata Marinilli.
i open my eyes and the light hits my face
i toss and turn in my bedsheets, stretching my arms
i inhale breaths of life
i am grateful
i am grateful for a roof over my head
a warm bed to sleep on
clean water to drink
and food i can eat
i am grateful for blue skies and sunshine
staring up into the horizons
feeling the warmth consume my body
from the inside out
i am grateful for friends who care about me
saying i was lonely, feeling hurt, and down
giving me a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on
i am grateful for tough days
for without them, how could we be grateful?
learning to appreciate what we have
despite feeling empty and broken
i am grateful for silent moments and days where i sing at the top of my lungs
learning to embrace the still and quiet
taking the time to reflect
that even silent moments have something to teach us
and expressing my joy
dancing like nobody is watching
but most of all, i am grateful for my Savior, Jesus
who bore everything for me on that cross
pursuing me despite my messiness, failures, and sins
fully knowing me and loving me
i am eternally grateful
of each breath He gives me
teaching me to live this life for Him
and not myself
to give glory, honor, and praise to the One who paid my debt
A smaller room
I've no need
I've got less
We were born equal
but you wanted more
so you took everything away
and left me worse than dead.
With nothing left
So thank you.