unpretentious things

Unpretentious things

what about surrendering yourself to unpretentious

things like the chair in the corner that invites you to

sit down and lean on its back when you are tired.

look at that gape-mouthed spoon and the pot-bellied glass

thirsting for your touch. even the palms of your hands tend

to cup into the well of blessing for you. and, wow, what’s more

promising than the sun behind the curtain in your window.

it’s peeping in and almost touching your toe. there is wood too

on the hearth to warm you. the generosity of broken things is

always unconditional. they give to you beyond themselves. and

this is why i am given to believing that the world is not half bad

in moments of someone saying to someone ‘you can do it’,

‘i am happy for you’, ‘it will get better’