for Christie and Dave
Tonight, just when I am ready
to believe the news and give up
on humanity, someone I love invites me
to her home and fills my glass
with wine that her husband has made.
And the husband brings me plates of cheese
and crackers and tomatoes he grew
in his garden, and they tell me stories
about travel and books, and they give me
a bed with clean white sheets
and a tall glass of good cold water
and an open window to let in the breeze.
All night the coyotes sing in the canyon,
a reminder of the wild nature of things,
and in the moments before sleep, I feel certain
that the world is good, that we are here
to take care of each other and the land
we live on, that one beautiful act will inspire
countless more, and that love can change
everything, All night, the coyotes sing.
Indeed the world is good, and most people are, too. There is an ancient Aramaic saying “Istra Be’lagina kish kish Karya” (a coin in a jug makes a lot of noise…) – oftentimes the wrong out-shouts the good. It does not mean the bad is insignificant, but it DOES mean that we don’t hear the quiet goodness all around. And that hadn’t changed. It is evident in the smile and clean sheets and nourishment of heart and belly and soul, and in the sun that will come out tomorrow, and the coyotes’ song…
I’m so glad you had some calibration time.
yes, the recalibration is so important … and thanks for the new phrase. It makes so much sense to me.
With pleasure. 🙂
This is salve to my troubled soul…..thank you, Rosemerry—and Na’ama Yehuda!
sweet you, thank you. We are balm for each other. xo