Most sensuous, most tangled with love’s grace

Could it be despair that held me tight
in the wintry evening and the night
I could not see a way to carry on
Everything was wrong and I was done

I saw great blackness all around myself
I could not be restored, I had no health
I had reached the end of seeking aid
G-d alone knew all the coins were paid


Inexplicable, the golden light
That made a sweet shawl round me on that night
Impressing me with kindness and goodwill
Holding me until I ‘d had my fill
Most sensuous, most tangled with love’s grace
Surrounding me, protecting my lost face
As if the arms of love were something real
That anyone who knew this must reveal


Only if we reach the,lowest point
Will the force of Love with light annoint

Being content

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https://www.bloomberg.com/opinion/articles/2021-06-24/feel-wealthier-by-not-sweating-wealth-so-much?srnd=opinion-technology-and-ideas

“The point is that the feeling of wealth is relative, and the best way to feel wealthy, once you have satisfied Maslow’s lower-level requirements, is to learn to be happy with what you have, writes Erin Lowry, while also not sweating so much that someone will take it all away.”