the sun never says

It is a gray Saturday and if one has no errands to run, it is that perfect kind of day…lazy, cozy. I am thankful for the available lighting, even if artificial. The little lamp on my desk is just right for reading and writing. I spend too much time at this desk, but it is my space. The porch light is a beacon for the early morning and late evening walks with the dogs. Without it, I would struggle against the stone walkway in the dark. And the standing lamp in the kitty’s alcove provides enough light for her to access her food.

The sun will be back.

Here is a sweet poem, The Sun Never Says, by Hafez. He was a 14th century poet and is considered to be the most popular Iranian poet.

The Sun Never Says by Hafez

Even after all this time
the sun never says to the earth,
“You owe me.”

Look what happens with
a love like that,
it lights the whole sky.



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