You worry so much about the future
that the present passes you by.
Savor the singing bird, friendly chatter,
and energy of the body,
the white light of love shining on your face.

I fell and injured my wrist and I thought that was the worst thing that could happen to me.
Then there was the mass shooting and I thought that was the worst thing.
Then my dog died, and that was absolutely the worst.

Then I decided to see the beauty all around.
I wrote this poem.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2019


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