Sabbath poem
Blessed are the ones who say no.
Blessed are the ones who think that living
is ambition enough.
Blessed are the simple, the gentle, the unsung.
Heaven tastes bitter to the overachiever.
It belongs to the children, and to the ones
who despite the gnawing aspiration of years
have not forgotten the truth.
Blessed are the ones who walk slowly,
who would get distracted by a daisy,
who would rather climb a tree than a ladder.
Gideon Heugh
Gideon Heugh 