Today is not a good day


By Aleta Kay

Bitterness is a bitter root that twists and coils within;

It eats at the heart and destroys the soul;

It mars and scars its owners face until—

The emotions have no place to hide;

They are forced to abruptly erupt on the skin.

The symptoms are sly and hide for a while;

No one would guess that the deacon in church

Has problems and woes too numerous to tell;

Or that the choir soloist isn’t feeling very well.

Many troubles are hidden behind a beguiling smile.

The cause of the bitterness may never be found;

In innocence the infraction was made;

The offending person unaware of the pain he has caused,

But the tumor, the cancer, the diseased bowel,

Keeps the bitter root alive, always coming back around.

Until slowly the sunny disposition fades away,

As the bitterness begins to ooze its way into angry tirades,

Negativity thus gaining the upper hand,

Until at last no positive sight, sound, or touch,

Can be brought forth into the light of day.

I am so thankful for God in my life and St. Johns Wort. I only take it when I get depressed (not often) and today is one of those days. I’ve gone through four nights of not being able to get a good night’s sleep, and trying to teach two precious young girls to put clean clothes away, instead of on the floor where the animals dirty them, and the children walk on them; and also trying to be a good example. I want to be a good, kind grandmother, but I also feel the need to be the sole disciplinarian. Five more days and then we’re off to some relaxation.