Thx to my friend Jeremy who shared this poem recently. The words of the poet, James Crews move me. This living juxtaposed with cruelty and kindness, with “bonfire of fears” and “scent of peonies” — well, this is the discipline of the open heart, isn’t it. And the invitation. And the insistence.
And Jeremy, well, it’s good to have soul brothers. That share the fire and share the bouquet.
Enjoy.
Small Pleasures
James Crews
Some nights, the ache in your chest
for all that’s wrong in your life,
for all the cruelty of this world,
will wake you with its crackling
bonfire of fears. But other nights,
you will fall asleep to the scent
of peonies left breathing in a vase
on the dresser, that bouquet of burst-
open hearts the last thing you see
before closing your eyes. You live,
as we all do, between the extremes,
learning to lean in the direction
of whatever small pleasures you can
gather from your own backyard.






