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.
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