that is why our music is so sweet

These days and weeks of late have been full of more goodness than I could have possibly imagined. Warm and sunshine-y and slow, full of bike rides, picnics, cappuccinos, and bookstores. Do you ever just stop for a moment and feel so blessed and wish that your capacity to accept the blessings could increase?

My very very very favorite poem. (I think.)

An African Elegy
[by Ben Okri]

"We are the miracles that God made
To taste the bitter fruit of Time.
We are precious.
And one day our suffering
Will turn into the wonders of the earth.

There are things that burn me now
Which turn golden when I am happy.
Do you see the mystery of our pain?
That we bear the poverty
And are able to sing and dream sweet things.

And that we never curse the air when it is warm
Or the fruit when it tastes so good
Or the lights that bounce gently on the waters?
We bless the things even in our pain.
We bless them in silence.

That is why our music is so sweet.
It makes the air remember.
There are secret miracles at work
That only Time will bring forth.
I too have heard the dead singing.

And they tell me that
This life is good
They tell me to live it gently
With fire, and always with hope.
There is wonder here

And there is surprise
In everything the unseen moves.
The ocean is full of songs.
The sky is not an enemy.
Destiny is our friend."

[all lovely film pictures by heather]
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