I'm often tied up in knots,
angry at ghosts of the past,
anxious about threats from the future,
very much out of place in the present.

I get frantic, fretful.
I complain,
shake my fist at the heavens,
decry my fate,
get sick of the injustice of it all.

But then there are moments:
oasis-moments, cloister-moments,
private moments far from the crowd,
silent moments amid the crowd,
clear-hearted, clear-sighted moments,
moments of peace
where I can recall
the many gifts I've been given,

the thousand and one palpable graces,

life, limb, food, drink, friend, kin, air, sleep,

a roof against the rain, neighbourly neighbours,

the morning cup of coffee


and be thankful,

trusting that Compassion

renews itself each day.

Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-02-28 at 08:34

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I have been reading this over and over again, and I must say that I am profoundly impressed by the positive message the poem conveys to its readers. In a time that has been baffled by negativity and hatred, one hardly gets a chance to read the hopeful stuffs. Good work, Tom. :)


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Not too bad, Thomas, to go from the fury of incertitude and despair to the reality of the blessings we have and take for granted. Excellent!