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.
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.