I write to remember my
Gratitude and my love. I
Write to forget my fears
And my anger. I write to
Right wrongs my heart
Feels. I write to see all
The emotions painted
In a panorama of good
And bad. Yes and ugly.
But when I write I am
Always grateful for you.
Category Archives: Gratitude
Open
Open everything to be open
To everything. Spring wide
My soul, my heart. Open up
My mind. Let in air, and light.
Open to the good, especially
The good. Let in greatness.
See with eyes wide open why
An open mind is open to the
Better and the best. Keep an
Unhardened heart and expect
Heartening experiences which
Lighten the soul-aching load
Your eyes, your mind can feel.
Marvel
It's time to look at the sky
And marvel. Or at the eyes
Of love or just of friendship
For inspiration. Circumspection
Is found around each corner.
Awe is found in every flower.
Wonder at what a day brings
Must make gratitude brim.
It's time for awe, inspiration,
For gratitude, for reflection
A day unlike
There are no two alike
I speak of whole days
Not mere snowflakes
Or, in the procedural
Vein, fingerprints, the
Very tip of which are
Said to be unique, no
Two like each other but
Each special from sun
Up to sundown, rising
And falling before a
New day peaks from
Behind the moonrise or
Is it the setting moon
There are no two alike.
I speak of entire days.
Is it?
Is it that time again?
Have 365 days passed?
Will this be that night,
That marks the past?
A toast is always proposed
At this time of year, so here's
To hope and kindness, to our
Finding our best and being
Our best. Anticipate. Hope.
Balls drop in anticipation
I'll take a celebratory lap
With all you young folks
Hope is a kind of celebration
Kindness is a kind of hope
It is that time, again
365 days have passed
This is the night when
We mark the passage
Tonight we celebrate
It is that time to watch
The world stop to cheer
365 days have passed from
One year, onto the next
Happy times
I recall happy days
Remember good times
Record pleasant memories
I recoil from misery
Shun bad feelings
Rebuff irksome thoughts
Remember that glorious day?
Remind me, what did we eat?
Do you recall the sunset that evening?
The warm spring night,
The music?
The scent of lilacs?
Remember those glorious days?
