almost a perfect day

Not much trouble and today was so calm and cool, except for the pain inflicted on me by my father's fighting cock. I thought it was just an ordinary peck but it hurts until now. This is the only one thing that made me uncomfortable today but everything else was almost perfect.

I got to share this poem by Dante:

But you who are so happy here, tell me:
do you aspire to a more profound
insight, or a greater ecstasy?

She smiled a little, as did the shades beside her;
then answered with such gladness that her whole
being seemed to glow with love's first fire:

Brother, God's generosity itself
calms our will, and makes us want no more
than what we have, and long for nothing else.

If we desired any greater bliss,
we would not be in harmony with HIM
whose love assigns us to a lower place.

The essence of this joy is that we all
have given up our personal desires
so that our will is merged with God's own will.

Therefore our rank in heaven, from height to height
is just as dear to each particular soul
as to the Master who appointed it.

In His will is our peace: it is the sea
into which all currents and all streams empty themselves, for all eternity.