Good morning, friends and readers. My regular readers know that I devote Sundays to poetry. I consider Sundays to be a poetry workshop of sorts. I share a poem that I have written or someone else has written, and I strongly encourage you to share your poems in my Comments section. On an aside, last night, during Halloween, we put our candy bowl out on a table, at the end of the driveway, but my husband and I sat up in chairs by our garage doors. We love to see the kids in costumes. I overheard one little boy say, “Wow, why are so many people giving out the big candy bars this year?” That warmed my heart. People are mostly kind-hearted, and we all want the best for each other. Most particularly, we want the best for our little children, the future of humanity. That collective desire for these children to grow up in a beautiful, thriving world is what makes me know that no matter what befalls us, we are all going to be okay. That collective desire and vision and hope for the future generations is an incredibly vital and strong force. It won’t be stopped. Here is my poem for today:
Just an Hour
Preparing and cooking an excellent, nourishing meal.
Giddily getting ready for a night out on the town.
A much anticipated episode of a favorite television show.
An invigorating, healing exercise class.
Staying in bed and sleeping in, with the comfort of pillows and peace.
A hopeful church service or a long, peaceful meditation.
A fun, relaxing lunch break from strenuous, meticulous work.
A long, luxurious massage and facial treatment.
A couple of chapters read in an excellent book.
A hearty walk with our beloved dogs, tiring everyone out.
A long phone call, catching each other up on our individual lives’ events.
All of these things take about an hour of time.
The gift of an extra hour in the day is magnificent.
It is truly striking what an hour of life can contain.
Do we realize it?
