On a day when death’s preferable
to breathing in and out,
I’ll look back on this reminder,
try to think of all that’s good
The pastel sunset in the sky,
the chatter of the rain
The resurrection of each day
again, again, again
The comfort in a friendly voice,
the smile that fills my heart
The beauty of sweet poetry,
the miracle of art
A flower rejoicing in its prime,
a bumblebee in flight
The curling up of purring cats
into the breast of night
The healing hand of strangers
when I cannot feel my pulse
The bandage in a silent prayer,
the grace to simply trust