Despite the first weekend of sunshine in awhile, my days have been feeling cloudier again. This time, there are some circumstances that help explain it to a point, which does help me in some sense. With the storm front looming, I was glad to come across Ronald Wallace’s poem, “Blessings” on The Writer’s Almanac this morning:
Blessings
occur.
Some days I find myself
putting my foot in
the same stream twice;
leading a horse to water
and making him drink.
I have a clue.
I can see the forest
for the trees.All around me people
are making silk purses
out of sows’ ears,
getting blood from turnips,
building Rome in a day.
There’s a business
like show business.
There’s something new
under the sun.Some days misery
no longer loves company;
it puts itself out of its.
There’s rest for the weary.
There’s turning back.
There are guarantees.
I can be serious.
I can mean that.
You can quite
put your finger on it.
His words are helping me step into the sunshine. Ginger finally comes home tomorrow night (a day early!), I’m a week away from Mission Trip with my youth group, and summer is just getting started.
I think this is going to be one of those days.
Peace,
Milton
((((Milton))))
Milton-
Is the the Red Lion Inn in Stockbridge and the restaurant where you work, one and the same?
k2
As always, a perfect poem for one of those days…
The two Red Lion Inns have both been around for a long time and have never been connected. I don’t know the story beyond that.
Peace
Milton