In Appreciation…….. of the small pleasures of life..

Zeena Singh

For Eastern Mirror Sunday

Hello folks,

[dropcap]I[/dropcap] believe that life has so much to give if only we cared to give a little thought to the most minuscule of joys (which we’d find so much of) only if we’d stop looking at the looming discomforts and discontents.

So here I am, to share with you the simplest joys in my life as I have experienced some time in my life and those that I take as I face each day, at a time.

And My Cup Overflows…
My cup overflows… and I find words only enough to say ‘Thank You’… Yet “Thank you” seems so routine… so monotonous… so ordinaire.
So much more that i want to express.
Only YOU, Lord, can comprehend the depth of my gratitude. There’s much I have, to be grateful for…. yet to begin, I don’t know, how, I don’t know where. So for today, I bring you a heart, overwhelmed, inundated and abounding in Love.

Love, in every heart you placed… but in mine was spared a greater part -enough to go round once… and ‘haps e’en twice.
The heart replete, profusion spills over, touching lives of family and friends – seeking those predominantly in need.
But ‘tis nothing this, çoz the more I give, the more I receive..
My coffers Lord, you refill…every day, in a new way..
Your love I gain in more ways than one
transported to me from many a heart led by love.

My gratitude of all that you send my way so tenderly wrapped
I cannot contain – it chokes me, makes me smile through the tears
Your love I feel and the indebtedness grows ….there is no lack nor want
for as I sow, my cup still ……overflows….

Boys will be boys…or will they..?
Outside my window as I go about my daily chores, a sight touches me. Three little boys no more than the ages of 9 and 11.Just about the time when they begin cutting loose from mama’s strings – time when big little manly displays take priority.
Instead here today-the unusual, had the three little gentlemen with time at hand, communicating with another, a baby, a boy all of 7 months.
They bonded. What were their tools? – their sweetest smiles- their gentlest of voices.
I captured the moment. Embalmed in certain Serenity and Calm the three looked cherubic. No Instance could have been more precious than that of these three who took a side step, off the beaten track, to share a little of their kindliness, warmth and sensitivity setting them apart from the stereotyped ,clichéd impression stamped on our minds of what little boys are made of.

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