Everyday i waken to a new effervescence:
Joy of All
or
Poetic Death
and everything in between.
'Angelic edginess' I suppose...
and sure, some days-
too too too much Russian Roulette.
Whatever.
When the universe hands you such a gift,
I strongly suggest
you too
open one groggy old eye,
as she sparkles to your bedside
sharing her matin meditation,
you too would do well
to ponder such miracles,
might catch yourself
counting your blessings...
oh yeah-
be sure
to think a bit about
Grace….
and smile
I know I do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love this poem especially the first verse I'm counting my blessings to