A Gift, a Poem

Got this in an otherwise painful email the other day:

{ Here's a poem
I Am a Strange Loop
Chasing the Sun
Looking for Peace on Earth
and a Future Perfect
Eureka! I say
Who Can Save Us Now?
1001 Ways to Be Romantic
What If?

Marie }

One of those personal little gems which shine with meaning.
You should know they are titles of books I have on the shelf. The poet was using them to give me comfort and it did much to soften a hard day.