Excuse Me While I Kiss the Sky!

I Am Determined

One regret, dear world,
That I am determined not to have
When I am lying on my deathbed
Is that
I did not kiss you enough.

--Hafiz, Persian mystic and poet

I woke up this morning with the blues. I am 56, divorced, unpartnered, no family, no children, alone in the world in that respect.

My next thought was of my beloved friends, and my dear godson. I immediately had a spiritual slap to my own face, for which I am eternally thankful.

I next went to the computer and clicked on a link in my favorites list. I clicked on the wrong one, and ended up on a site for Sufi poetry, and the above poem was on my screen.

OK God, I get it. Thanks!

I had forgotten for a second how very sweet each moment of life is. What a treasure. What an opportunity to be thankful. For something, for someone.

I went to google and found a prayer for my morning's turning.

i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees

and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything

which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,

and this is the sun's birthday;

this is the birthday of life and of love and wings:

and of the gay great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing

breathing any--lifted from the no

of all nothing--human merely being

doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and

now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

-ee cummings