Guest post by Daniel
How Fortunate Are We, How Wonderful is Our Portion, and How Beautiful is Our Heritage
Today, the traffic-jammed street is full
Of people and not cars.
The only wheels moving
Are strollers pushed by young couples
And scooters chased by little brothers.
The many passersby have made a coup
Against traffic lights
That signal no one.
Walls of apartments on either side
Their windows open to buzzing summer air.
In flies a bee, a breeze, and blossoming jasmine.
Out flows laughter, silence, and song
From families still dining
On the dessert that is family.
One day a week,
This street transforms
Into a blessing that lacks
One day a week.