Lucky

Sometime in your life

you may face a thing

so difficult

that sucks light and air

and hope

right out of you.

It may cause you to wonder

if living is worth the pain.

You may wonder.

But

in that very time

the love which was with you

from the beginning

is still holding you.

Always.

And it may be

that as you are walking along

the street on a spring-bright day

your crowded mind clears and

suddenly

you see.

You see

bees sipping

from lavender blossoms

too purple to be true.

You feel it first,

and then, you say

“I am lucky.”

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