Nothing

Ice cream in the morning, and
ocean waves, cycling--
every fifth one, is the biggest
today.

Pasts have burned away, like
an ugly flesh
peeled
and tossed into fiery bushes of God--
see?
It is done, finished
"Abba, Father!"

And nothing harms me anymore
the way it did.

There are just lawns to mow, gardens
to tend--
how many flowers can I possibly fit
in the beds?

But then, there's the heart--
it is content
whether I open it or not.

There is nothing left
to worry about, at
this moment.

Happiness is nothing
and it is everything
all in one, cycling
like the waves--

another bite of ice cream
and I think big thoughts
of all my grand tomorrows.