Because, I can pay my bills, with a surfeit. Because I can choose not to spend. Because I have choices, when others are denied them. Because it is a good thing to give thanks.
in praise of adequacy
enough is as good as
“I shall not want,” in pastures of hip-high green,
a feast, enough is as
“Sufficient unto the day,” replete just now –
good as a feast. enough
Tears bring a morning perspective. Life, brimming,
is as good as a feast.
Enough.
Huzzah for enough.
It’s good to be a pauper… with all the bills paid.
Amen to that! Lovely poem and photo.
Living as a student again, and clawing our way back to post-graduate life standards has been a stretch… but, I love that I’m doing this NOW, because I have so much less than I would otherwise at this stage. And I WANT to keep wanting so much less. Fingers crossed that this lasts. Enough truly IS enough. As good as a feast.