It’s just another day,
and nothing much is happening…
A hummingbird flits among the morning glories,
as the grass grows swiftly, silently;
the clouds are soaring gracefully overhead.
Somewhere lovers, lost in bliss,
are professing their undying devotion;
the faithful are praying and the earnest are working,
and the righteous are risking life and livelihood
in the fight for liberty and justice.
Brilliant minds are writing code
and dreaming up inventions
that will make the impossible commonplace,
and poets and artists are distilling their passion and pain
into the exquisite nectar of Beauty
that somehow makes the whole human struggle worthwhile.
The tall grain is dancing in the field,
the fruit is ripening on the vine
and the sun is freely pouring out its bounty,
Nourishing, sustaining all…
Other than that, not much is happening.
It’s just another day.
Which is reason to be grateful.