how

the piano plays in my ears

as i remember his voice

as he said

so gently

open your eyes

there is so much good

you are blessed

now tell me,

he went on,

tell me all the good in your life

i refused to speak

he asked again

i spoke

i fought a smile

how does he always 

find a way

to be patient

to encourage

to always see the good

that i so easily ignore