Two days ago the sun was shining so
I bought myself some sunflowers.
Yesterday it rained
so I allowed the tears to form and flow.
Today I rise in darkness
hoping for the light to show up.
Every day gives me the chance
to use what is given.
When the drain of routine threatens to pull me down,
it helps to look around,
to check the weather of what is actually here.
The sunflowers need water so I help them –
in the helping, I notice am refreshed, too.
Leaning now with the flowers
toward the light,
I understand again the lift of kindness
and the necessity of attention to
the life that is given.
Copyright@Cynthia Cady Stanton, March 2023
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