I think I can finally urge myself not to think too much-
I’ll listen to Mozart and watch birds eat from my terrace.
I’ll hug my son & thank God
that he is healthy & safe. A boy of compassion
with a humanitarian flare & this hunger to save
all those desolate. (I was once that way, before
I became so needy, so broken apart) But lose
me in the clouds now & rise him toward the
atmosphere of promised stars & well-spent days.
Please, God. Give him a chance.
May 31, 2013