By: Simi Jayeoba
When the earth is silent, I find comfort in the smells that wake me from sleep.
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme promise me a warmth beyond my sheets.
A warmth that strengthens the weary and flows like golden sun.
I hold a small miracle.
Cupped in my hands is the earth and all her people.
Those who spread seeds and tend to their coming up.
Those whose hands mold where mine now rest,
On a once cold half moon, filled now with warm blessings that rise to kiss my face.
And as I breath in my little sun, I find comfort.
Comfort to me can be found by observing the beauty in life’s simplest things.
By slowing down and finding the miracle in what I usually take for granted.
And sometimes that’s as simple as soup.
About “My Golden Sun”
This written piece was a winning submission (first place) for the 2021 Academic Skills Writing Contest. The 2021 theme was “comfort.”
Author Simi Jayeoba is a third-year Engineering (Physics) student.
About the Academic Skills Writing Contest
The Academic Skills Writing Contest takes place in the winter term, usually in January and February.