we are
deserving of all things amazing
bright and shiny
fabulous and joy filled
we are
deserving of the quiet still of the night sky
the woosh of the geese taking flight
skipping across the water
the buzz of the yellow fuzzy bees extracting pollen
the slow stutter of a monarch’s papery, powdered wings
we are
deserving of all that rides barely audible on the slowly released breath of a morning breeze
we are
deserving of the kind gesture of an elderly gentleman, who holds the door, in anticipation of our needs
we are
deserving of the rainbow patches of median wildflowers gone unnoticed, if not for the traffic jam
we are
deserving of the delicious space between our thoughts.
deserving…not because we have to work at it
or say the right thing
or smile, be pretty/handsome
or be smart or thin or fit
or be wealthy, productive
or be responsible, organized, competitive, convincing or persuasive…
it’s simple.
it’s simply because we exist
no additional efforting required
we are
deserving