A moment of sadness pours into my cup until it’s nearly overflowing.

A warm haunting melancholy ensues over what wasn’t, what isn’t, and what might not be going forward.

I drink it down…not slowly, not quickly, but evenly with rapt acknowledgement.

Undaunted I pour a new cup of warm sweet sustenance and fill it with Love, determination, and Hope (however audacious) then drink it down slowly until it permeates my soul.

 

©Dani Heart

5-10-2020