What in your life sparks your gratitude?
And makes it real, not a platitude?
For me it’s a way
Of viewing the day,
With Light, a more positive attitude.
In midst of the flurry this season,
To notice there is beyond reason
Varieties vast,
And never outclassed,
By all other sights you can squeeze in.
The season can hold what is jolly,
Or hold all that old melancholy.
Note what is made Bright
With love and with Light.
Care, woven midst baubles and holly.
As you listen with interest, beware.
Don’t let yourself slide to despair.
Sharing of stories,
Lows and of glories,
Truly listen, but Do Not Compare!
When I rush along without seeing,
When I rush about as though fleeing,
Some time-driven task,
I will stop and ask—
Can I slow, and take time for “being?”
As I note this day called Thanksgiving,
My mind slides along with reliving,
Times smiling and glad.
Times heavy and sad.
Gratitude, with joy and forgiving.
An aspect that comes in Deep Sharing,
From words of one’s truth, no comparing—
Connection, so real.
Knowing that we’ll
Hold our shared time as “trust-bearing.”
If I really listen sincerely
I can get your message quite clearly.
Hearing exactly,
Not just abstractly
The real one; not one that is “nearly.”
Such great joy came out of a short trip—
Connections and beauty could outstrip
Some fancified plan,
Though of a short span—
The time spent was really quite “blue chip.”
It really is fun to have play time!
Right now I am thinking it is prime
To laugh and to play.
That sparks up my day.
Provides me with Fun and this right rhyme.
Available water is so nice!
Our hydrating option … iced twice, thrice.
With frost on the ground,
When shivers abound,
My preference is water with no ice.
Thinking about creativity,
Formed of one’s own sensitivity.
True beauty shows through.
Whatever you do,
Shows your particular artistry.