Good evening, or shall I say good morning, all....it is 3:40am and I am awake as usual. My circadian rhythm is all mixed up. It has been very mixed up for about a month now. Perhaps it is the dark winter that does this. When the sun goes down by 4PM my body thinks it is night and I tend to take a long nap and am up in the middle of the night. I thought I would share a poem I wrote that e.poetry.com published in an anthology this fall with you:
Joy In The Rain
The birds in flight, God in the sunset.....And I in angels' arms.....Understand why life happened.....What seemed cruel turned out to be my saving grace.....With each hurt, pain, and blunder.....I turned to the rain,.....And to the joy.....Which was in the rain,.....Until the rain turned into the sun,.....And I found the reasons in why......It all occurred.....And I am enthralled.
I couldn't put that in correct poetic stanza because, well, this strange journal will not allow me to single-space return the space bar. It double spaces each return and only allows me to enter a total of 2500 characters. I am a wordy person and I think I am taking up too much space. The last entry had to be trimmed down! lol I hope you got the idea of the poem anyway. Joy is a very, very important concept in my life. I could go on and on about it, but I won't right now. It's time for me to tuck myself in bed. May everyone take time to see the small joys around them today and smile and breathe a little more deeply.