O Blessed Aphrodite Golden-Crowned Goddess Of Love and Pleasure I give thanks to you For the small things In a challenging time Full of death and grief Of riots and rage Of fear and anxiety Of separation and isolation Where each new day Brings another horrific headline In this terrible, awful time Let me not forget the small things Let me look to the brilliant sunset Dousing the sky with pink and orange And know that this, too, shall pass Let me look to the star-filled night Where light and dark live in stark contrast But also dance in beautiful harmony Let me hear the words of those I love Whether they be near or far As a sacred balm for my soul Let me hear the rain on the roof Beating out a steady rhythm Of comfort and protection Let me smell the delightful aroma Of home-cooked food simmering on the stovetop To nourish my body and soul Let me feel the warmth Of fuzzy socks and cozy blankets In the home that is my refuge Let me taste the salt In the tears of hope Streaming down my face Let me not forget the small things As difficult as life may be For one day, I’ll look back And the small things Will be what I remember Blessed be.