When all seems out of order
outside our homes,
inside our heads,
seeing where our feet are
stills any fear or dread.
Are shoes in need of polish?
Or toenails painted red?
Sniffing still air around me,
is it time for homemade bread?
Few short steps into the sun,
see hummingbirds out of their beds ~
Look way up to treetops, ebon crows
squawk, finding mates way overhead.
Painting doomsday pictures for
the world outside or in our heads,
keeps us stuck in overdrive
spinning tires without a tread.
So, listen to what’s deep inside
our hearts and not our frightened heads.
Choose gratitude and fortitude,
and leave the rest unsaid.
“With all it’s sham, drudgery and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
~ Max Ehrmann, Desiderata: A Poem for a Way of Life
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