
To have Joy
And invite her in.
To feel Sorrow,
And do the same.
Happiness
Anger, grief and apathy
All deserve a place, too.
To invite each one in
When it knocks at your door
Offering them a seat at the table
And a cup of hot tea
To expand our table so vast
That it holds All that we are
And all that we can be
Without morphing Blessings into Worry
Is the exact moment we can find solace
That accepting ourselves
Is our only salvation
And exactly what we have been waiting for.