Writing in Snow

Sunday Poem and Gratitude List

Jamál (Beauty), 7 Rahmat (Mercy) 176 B.E. - Sunday, June 30, 2019

Bagpipes1

"The pipes, the pipes are playing..."
The music of my soul,
Chords that fall like raindrops
         from mountain crest and castle wall,
Wild notes from highland battles
         echoing both victory and defeat.

"The pipes, the pipes are calling..."
To my genetic roots;
Recalling ancestral memories
         from glen and moor and bog,
Memories of Gaelic gods and goddesses
         worshiped in Erin, in Scotland, in Man.

"The pipes, the pipes are marching..."
To a new song in this day,
To a song of unity, faith, and freedom,
A song that all humanity can sing.

Gratitude List For 7 Rahmat

Today I am thankful ...
          ...that I have 57,700 points in my YouGov account.
          ...for the fresh brewed hot coffee I had this morning.
          ...that I was able to finish Nationalism? The Right Question for These Turbulent Times   by Harvey Garver, which is the first article in the series What Comes After Nations?  .
          ...for the sweet roll I had to go with my coffee.
          ...that I have 928 points in my Survey Junkie account.
          ...for the bottles of cold water we have in the refrigerator.
          ...that my Bank of America checking account is not overdrawn today.

Footnotes
1  I posted this on Poet 999 - A Butterfly Emerges From Her Cocoon https://poet999.blogspot.com/2019/06/bagpipes.html.