What I needed

I got what I needed, what I wanted evaded me as darkness hides from light.
And I’m so damn satisfied.
Sometimes waiting and wanting only delivers wanting and waiting.
Like the feel of memory foam slippers fresh purchased from Brook Stone,
so is it to receive that which fills and fulfills gaps unnoticed.
Wants seemingly stand upright, broad shouldered, and in front of needs; doing their best to shield sights eye
While in the dessert alone, hungry, thirsty, tired, carrying my exhaustive portion of hopelessness my consciousness could only ask for a few dribbles of water to soften my cracked lips, cotton mouth, and dry eyes.
What I received was a way out. Indeed it was better than water.
Today’s receipt of every herb, spice, and seasoning one could think of touched my mind and soul in such a way as to turn on the switch of my realization that I could now prepare a dish of any kind. Yeah, a little of this and a little of that will do.
It was what I needed… While not sure what “arrow root”is or how or when its use would be justified, it will lie in wait for the essential moment when I need it.
Heck, I might just find use for it so that I don’t have to wait or want…
My life has its abundance of opportunities to deliver savory flavor to lives of those in my purview and yes, even beyond and I will do so now with astute confidence.
I will take precious time to smell the aromas and taste what’s missing and carefully reach onto the spice shelf for whats missing…
Correction… I will carefully reach onto the newly introduced spice shelf for whats needed,
Being precise in both delivery and quantity by a careful and loving hand I will decorate
The flavors of life with a passion for healing, love, happiness, contentment, peace, success, and joy.
For my service my requirement is simply to be loved in return.
Johnnie Moore

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