There’s so much harshness and rigidity, so many difficult realities, hardened views, unyielding opinions, and limited acceptance all around, that it can be easy to forget the infinite sweetness that exists all around us.
The infinite sweetness
In a baby’s smile.
In a youngling’s antics.
In the green of an unfurling leaf.
In a stranger’s compassion.
In a perfect strawberry.
In a sip of tea on snowy days.
In the sigh of warm bath water.
In the life that sheds and lives and sheds and lives in all around us.
In the repeating revolution of this planet, hurtling as it is through space in speeds we cannot comprehend and yet are an integral part of.
The infinite sweetness of what can be remembered with nostalgia and what is hoped for and may well become — or may just, possibly, find pathways.