Thank you God for this soft rain,
For these green trees
And the faraway train.
For this dog curled
And my shortbread and tea,
For the lover who brought them both to me.
Thank you God for my body and heart
In the Fall of my life that can feel like Spring.
How, I wonder, can this day begin
With such small blessings in this year of fear?
In this hellish year of demise and fear,
In this year that is Godforsaken not at all.
Nina Naomi
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