Think of all the things that are better than their components.
Soups and stews are more than a bit of this and that.
We prize quilts stitched from left over pieces.
Choirs sound lavish and deep when individual voices may be just a bit thin.
Last night, I made a new rule for myself. Before I can sleep I must write something that I made up. Journal notes on the day don't count. Once I made that rule I wrote down the word "soup". Here is what followed.
Soup gathers together the scraps and the drippings
And warms them and stirs them and turns them to gold.
And soup made of gold can build up your spirit
And wrap you in sunshine to keep out the cold.
A life made of gathers of other one's leavings
Might seem like a poor life or one filled with tears
But a quilt made of tatters is warm in the winter.
A house patched with love can last many years.
So do not discard the riches life gives you
Just because those gifts do not match your desire.
Patch sadness with love and worry with laughter.
Add your small voice to the galactic choir.
Karen Maurer, 10/26/2020
Go well, friends. I have missed you.
