A birthday poem

I woke up this morning
Hungry
For Beauty
At this
New turn
Around
The sun.
So I set
Out with
Eyes open.
“It’s what keeps
Me alive,”
I later told.
A truth or
Faith of what is
Wrung
From this existence.
The promise
Of baby figs
Hidden
Under stained glass
Leaves.
The tremor
Of his voice
When
He is laughing.
Just
A sky. Or wind.
Any old one.
The finding
And holding
Of these
Is
The most blessed
Job
that I
Have ever done.

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Written quickly on my 53rd birthday. I wish that I could make my photo smaller! But I am still a wide-eyed dreamer, there is hope still. I am in love, my family is wonderful, my health pretty ok and you are my friends since a longtime now. Thank you for reading, always.

With Love,

Heather