A Perfect Day

I walked from the office with a newfound vigor;
it was around 2:15 PM and my guts were at ease.
I'd had a good night's sleep, a good morning's work,
and a brief but vigorous workout right before lunch.
I'd put in some work in the early afternoon,
but I wasn't too busy for a 13-minute stroll around the plaza.

High sixties. The tiniest hint of a breeze. Soft, warm sunshine.
A stomach filled but not overly so.
My muscles pleased to be mildly exerted
after knowing rougher wear.
A body rejoicing in self-improvement,
traveling backwards to a younger time
even while fantasizing over what it might become.
A mind content that it can navigate its tasks without trouble,
always ready to immerse itself
in the tiniest of beautiful truths
that the world constantly presents.
A soul that sees itself on the path to God,
trusting to a happy ending even while believing
there will be much pain before then.
A heart brimming with zealous fire,
so ready to give itself to another.

And my heart-soul gasped a little in a moment of realization,
as it has at times before.

What a perfect day it is.

You have given me so very much.
And these blissful days see me on the rise,
disciplining my mind,
strengthening my body,
learning better how to guard my soul,
and watching my impatient little heart
waiting for its turn at a dream.

Oh, how perfect!

To be caught up in the halcyon perfume of fairest winter-spring,
warm in the sun and cool in the shade.
To have much, but yet still have reasonable hope
that tomorrow might be sunnier, still.


6 February 2024

Copyright © J. I. Thomas F. | Year Posted 2024

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