Sonnet #101

How greedy when we pray to God to ask

for more than what we have. Is this not

enough? We are alive, there are flowers, bask

in the beauty of sunsets, the hugeness of what

we see and the smallness, the way drops

of water shimmer on the edge of the sink

the way cats pounce on feathers, crops

coming in, here is the clean water, drink

it all in, the stars shivering heat, decay

into more stars, the vast size of heavens

Where we know we will someday journey

The vast size of smallness, the bread leavined

inside of all souls, the rise that fills us up

And when we pass, the passing of heart's cup