Sparkle

be thankful for monday mornings as you are for
friday evenings,
dance even more in july than you did in
december,
let love become the rhythm of your life
so that every meal becomes a communion
every journey a pilgrimage

forgive the stars on nights when they don’t shine
just as they forgive you on nights
when they shine and you don’t appreciate ’em.
some days would taste as sour as lemons
but that’s just what you need for your lemonade.
some days would taste as sweet as
watermelons,
go ahead and make your watermelon wine.
your tears are silver, your smiles are gold
don’t be ashamed of a table that has both,

the magic you’ve been seeking is inside
your actions would be the wand,
this grand universe your stage.
let the show begin. sparkle!