When I open a door, any door, in the morning
it reminds me to open myself as well
to the idea, to the possibility, of receiving
Imagine a dish full of diamonds in sunlight
stirring them, scooping them,
letting them sprinkle and bounce.
of health, of friendship, of creativity
of kindness, of beauty, of unexpected delight.
Even if I feel undeserving.
Even if I feel it’s too much to ask
Even if I feel it requires a giant miracle
I open the door
and let those feelings fly away
like sleepy moths.
In comes the miracle.
In comes the sunlight.
In comes the diamond.
More, I say, more.