Tuesday, December 9, 2008

How Fortunate Are We

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
Impatient horns.
One day a week.

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