A poem called "To-day"
I went online as we do now that technology is a way to find things and found this poem.
Hope it means something to you.
May the magic of this holiday season and the opportunity of a new year be an opening for the life you were meant to live! To that end, I'd like to share this poem. May we all have the courage to seek and discover this kind of integrity in our lives.
Sure, this world is full of trouble--
I ain't said it ain't.
Lord! I've had enough, an' double,
Reason for complaint.
Rain an' storm
have come to fret me,
Skies were often gray;
Thorns an' brambles have beset me
On the road--but, say,
Ain't it fine to-day?
What's the use of always weepin',
Makin' trouble last?
What's the use of always keepin'
Thinkin' of the past?
Each must have his tribulation,
Water with his wine.
Life it ain't no celebration.
Trouble? I've had mine--
But to-day is fine.
It's to-day that I am livin',
Not a month ago,
Havin', losin', takin', givin',
As time wills it so.
Yesterday a cloud of sorrow
Fell across the way;
It may rain again to-morrow,
It may rain--but, say,
Ain't it fine to-day!
by Douglas Malloch
Keep learning, and until next time.
Trudy
