Uriah Hamilton - Magical Perfect Way

I went outside in the cool air
Grateful for the breeze that said I was alive
And able to praise everything and rejoice in everything,
Happy as a lark to join every creature laughing at dawn
Digging the eternal creator that made all beauty possible,
Simply walking golden pavements of a sunlit city
Trying to add my poetry to every gorgeous soul I saw.

Stray hungry dogs wagged by me
And I gave them some plain bread for lack of anything better
But they seemed all thankful and content and smiling,
If I had the means I would have made them pancakes or something
And we would have barked about reincarnation or some other joy,
A chorus of delightful yelps that would have got an old lady’s attention
Who would have said grace for us.

And sometimes there are no conversations just people moving to work
Or silently following some studious meditation about their life and philosophy,
And sometimes there is quiet sadness that makes you want to hug someone,
And anyone, really, just cry the communion of souls trying to make everything work,
And I merely desire to make one person happy and feel at the core of her being
That certainly it will all work out in some magical perfect way.

Uriah Hamilton

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