A Roof of Sorrow

Yesterday, dread settled on me

like a roof of sorrow.

I counted my money

though I already knew what was there.

“It isn’t enough,” I moaned to the roof.

And the roof agreed, “It isn’t enough.”

All day my mind belabored the lament

until it sounded like truth.

Sleep was late coming.

But when I woke to the sounds I love

and the place I love

with sunrise blowing through the curtains

like a promise,

the roof was laughing.

“There’s more than enough,” it said.

“There’s so much more than enough.”

And I saw  with blinding clarity

that money is only a thought,

the abundance or lack a mere idea

with which I can choose to torment

or bless myself.

*

Sherry Bronson 12/19/2014

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4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. kristigraham
    Dec 28, 2014 @ 20:04:12

    Loved this! Love  K

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  2. Diane Struble
    Dec 29, 2014 @ 01:37:41

    Money can be the luxury of being a thought when there is enough to cover the necessities, but it is different kind of reality when that is not so.

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