Sometimes, I can’t see the sky…

Sometimes, I can’t see the sky…
Hear no birds singing or insects chirping…
The wind disappears across my fur…
Like watching a blinking “Vacancy” sign.

The world becomes monotonous and without flavor…
I complain about this or about that…
Everything filtered as if through a curtain of gray…
Stomped and muddled…

Maybe it is because my stomach is disagreeing with something I ate…
I did eat a half churro I pulled from the garbage yesterday (I love churros!)
It’s crazy that I could feel so lost…
When I can find my way down any of these paths blindfolded.

I believe these days are more about feelings and less about faith…
Somewhere I stepped away from the universal harmony…
Stopped understanding heaven’s point of view…
Because what I see as a catastrophe, heaven sees as growth.

Ha, I’m coming out of the doldrums…
All I had to do was stop and say my blessings aloud…
The mattresses of flowers appear once again on the mountain tops…
And there you are again, right by my side.

I love you,

Annie