what about surrendering yourself to unpretentious
things like the chair in the corner that invites you to
sit down and lean on its back when you are tired.
look at that gape-mouthed spoon and the pot-bellied glass
thirsting for your touch. even the palms of your hands tend
to cup into the well of blessing for you. and, wow, what’s more
promising than the sun behind the curtain in your window.
it’s peeping in and almost touching your toe. there is wood too
on the hearth to warm you. the generosity of broken things is
always unconditional. they give to you beyond themselves. and
this is why i am given to believing that the world is not half bad
in moments of someone saying to someone ‘you can do it’,‘i am happy for you’, ‘it will get better’