Friday, December 11, 2015

I am blessed

I've lived a charmed life.  Sometimes I'm almost afraid to say that... I want to "knock wood", in case my stating the obvious might bring on disaster.  But I know better.  If the worst (whatever that is) happens tomorrow, it won't negate the good things that have come to me in my life.  The universe owes me nothing.

I have pretty much done as I pleased since the day of my birth and lived to tell about it.  I certainly didn't deserve such a good life; I'm as self-centered and spoiled as they come, and yet I go on living a happy life.  I could tell you about things in the past that seemed bad when they happened, but in the vast scheme of things those events only served to make me appreciate what I had when they were gone.  This knowledge helps me weather storms when they come.

I could whine that I didn't travel as much as I would have liked, but that was my choosing.  Why?  Because I stayed home most of my adult life and enjoyed my gardens, my babies, other folks' babies, my cows, and the quiet of the countryside:  There isn't much money in any of those enterprises.  I don't complain about my lack of travel because I realize that at any time, if I'd had the gumption to do so, I could have taken driving lessons, gotten a good job, raked in the dough, and traveled anywhere I pleased.  

I don't have a lot of patience for people with the "poor-me" syndrome, those who blame others for the things they lack.  Such folks do, however, serve to remind me not to go down that path, so I suppose I should be thankful for them.

Again this morning I spent time sitting quietly, doing nothing.  Once again, I wrote a poem.


TRUE WEALTH
Donna Wood 12/11/2015


We spend our time acquiring things we think will make life better,
But in the end, each bauble simply serves to forge a fetter
That only draws attention from the very things we need
And robs life of it's meaning, stealing peace and leaving greed.

The wanting and the wishing slowly saps away your life.
The getting and the spending steal your time and bring you strife.
Pin your hopes upon a thing, it's oft the thing that shatters.
All your expectations make you miss what really matters.

Every breath is precious. Every heartbeat is a gift,
Do not feel unsettled when life's sands begin to shift.
The past is gone. The future is a million miles away.
Just give thanks for the seconds that add up to make this day.
  

8 comments:

krueth said...

I too am not a whiner and would like to figuratively speaking, slap those who whine about EVERYTHING! Ugh! I thank God daily for what he has given me. My health, 3 healthy children, 2 with healthy spouses and 3 WONDERFUL and healthy grandchildren. My house is not much, but its MINE and I keep it clean, and done up. I welcome anyone to stop in and visit, take me and my house as we are...ha! Another wonderful poem for us to read and enjoy. Thank you! Wendy

Sister--Three said...

Donna, I wrote about you on my blog. Trying to not be a whiny baby.

Sister--Three said...

Donna, don't think I was being critical of you...never...I so admire you. When I read about what you said it hit me right in the kisser. Sure did not mean to offend you as you are one of my heroes.

Sister--Three said...

Also, Donna, biggest reason my knees hurt is I am too....ah....fat! Lol

Margaret said...

I love to whine/vent, but not ever about the big things. They are what we all have to deal with. I haven't been blessed, but I know that others have had it way worse than I, so I'm thankful for the goodness in my life.

Sister--Fleta said...

Donna, you are a talented poet. Lovely, lovely poems.

I'm mostly known as 'MA' said...

That is another beautiful poem. You are blessed and it's good to be content with what you are and where you are. I too am thankful for each day.

Lori said...

Beautiful! Love the meter.