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

Zeena Singh For Eastern Mirror Hello folks, I 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. Feedback at zzeez_s@yahoo.com