In the flow of contentment in my kitchen

amid the dishes washed and yet to be washed

my heart flows also

linking those I hold dear

praying joy and deep peace

blessings of wholesome food and full bellys.

 

In walks anguish.

Sorrow flows

in a place where there are no words

to work out the link between my contentment

and the pain of the world.

I choose to stand still.

Then light a candle and deliberately face

the never ending mixing and mingling

blessing and disparity seem to do.

Welcome Anguish. Meet Contentment.

Oh – you know each other.