Was It You?

Hello to all. It was pretty today, sunny and warm, but not too warm. Perfect Mondays. I ate lunch with a friend, bought stuff for school, wrote words. It was a good day. How was your day?

I’ve been dreaming about my perfect kitchen lately. It would have exposed brick wall on one side, big windows facing the sun, herbs and tomato plants on a low shelf, a low, deep sink and low counter. The cupboards would be a pale golden yellow. The walls a creamy white. Dream kitchens.

I love tomato plants. The way they smell in the warm sun, the way they feel, the way they grow, the way the orange and red globes of juicy flesh hang low on the vines.

But I don’t really like eating tomatoes.

Rambly, I know. I feel like dirt road, twisty turny, rambling into unknown country, unknown futures.

So I ramble.

Here’s a poem. Was It You, God?

This path was dark and cold,

I couldn’t see the stars up high,

Heavy clouds covering the sky

Blocked the light of the moon. 

I traveled the path constantly,

Day-times it rained all the time,

I clutched my bundles and cried

To myself as I walked all alone. 

I entered a tunnel in the hills,

I slumped to the ground and moaned,

Someone come help me, I’m all alone

And I can’t go on anymore. 

I thought I had died when I was carried,

Carried through a tunnel of grief,

Love, such love, twined around me

And my tears dried up. 

Someone carried me through sorrow,

Someone loved me enough,

To bring a gentle touch

That somehow healed deep hurts. 

I wondered if it had been You,

Who walked me through

The valley of sorrow and death,

Was it You?

Lp 2020

You all have a lovely Tuesday.