Cooking TogetherThe Deep Well of Appreciation
To rise, to rise each morning
with the faint glow of starlight on our backs
as we head into the joys, the surprises, the challenges of each day
sometimes with awe and wonder, perhaps expectation,
perhaps dread…
To rise, to rise each day peering over waterlines,
sandbags, walls, garbage, bunkers…
in wind swept deserts and streets
lined with sweet smelling olive trees alike
What a gift we are given when we can rise
in freedom, of some sort, to some degree. (more…)
Gail Forsyth-Vail