treasures of darkness...

july 14

oh sweet child...in the eyes of many, you are poor.
but I see the riches you possess.

you may not have electricity,
but you have a million stars that blanket the sky.

you may not have a fancy ipod,
but you are lulled to sleep each night by a chorus
of a thousand crickets.

you may not have the latest fashions,
but you get to run barefoot through the grass and
squish the mud between your toes.

you may not have a million toys,
but you have the imagination to make 1 toy
into a million things.

you may not have the warmth of a winter coat,
but you have the arms of family to hold you close.

you may not have a bath tub,
but you have the freshness of the rainfall that
touches your cheeks.

you may not have a fancy house and fine things,
but what a view from your front door—
majestic mountains, lush landscape…

oh sweet child…I see how rich you are---
and in fact, how poor I am. For I am a slave
to comfort and to things.

I find myself wanting what you have:
the freedom of simplicity.

funny how the grass is always greener….