I’ve had a weird day. I woke up with expectations of it going in a way that it didn’t. And I’m not even sure if that’s good or bad. For you loyal readers, Sundays were always devoted to poetry here at the blog. I have had a heavy and yet also an interesting, uplifting day, thus, I wrote this poem:
“Blessings”
The whole “blessed” thing bugs me.
Shouldn’t we all be “blessed”?
We are all creations of Creation.
Aren’t we all blessed for being thought into existence?
Why wear “blessed” as a banner?
As if some of us are and some of us aren’t,
“Blessed”
for arbitrary reasons.
Count your blessings.
Don’t count others’ blessings.
Their blessings may also be their curses.
Your curses may also be your blessings.
Today one of my curses helped me to be a blessing to another.
And for that awful curse, I am blessed.
Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.