My Gift Here for You

So, here is my gift;

This box here for you.

It’s all wrapped up, all shiny, 

And brand spankin’ new.

Oh, wait, it could be just ancient -

Wow, I guess I never knew.

You see, it looked quite the mess 

When it sat on the table.

I tied it with ribbons and bows,

And even entangled it in cable.

But one corner poked out as I stretched out the paper,

So I feared that my best was simply incapable.

But then, it appeared, very quickly and slickly,

An idea hit me, smack in my head.

With paintbrush of light blue and sprinkled with gold,

I painted the thing...yet still it was dead.

But instead of just stopping, I added some green;

Then, without breath, I added some red.

So, here is my gift;

This box here for you.

It’s all wrapped up, and now sticky.

Please wear at least one glove;

For there is nothing finer than a still-drying symbol

Of promise, and dreams and hope...and some love.

Grateful and Thankful

I am grateful for the ability to take into my being life’s sweet exhale.
I am grateful for my ability to witness the dance of light and energy, to call it beauty.
I am grateful for my ability to feel all life’s texture and know I’m connected.
I am grateful for my ability to partake in life’s plenty so I can fuel my joy.
I am grateful for my ability to hear the music of the sphere so that I can know peace.

I am thankful for the spirits who walked this earth before me,
I am thankful for those who I stand along side, for they hold me up when I stumble.
I am thankful for those who come when I have need, call or duty.
I am thankful those who stand against me; for against their will, they still push me forward.
I am thankful for the sovereignty of the tapestry of life, even if the weft and warp fight the loom.

I am grateful for family without whom I would have no gifts and opportunities.
I am grateful for the folks who spent time with me, even if that time was fleeting.
I am grateful for those who have given so much, and by happenstance, gave to me.
I am grateful for the one who held my hand through my life’s path, and as yet, has not let go.
I am most grateful for all that pumps and surges through me, the electricity that fires our imperfect bodies.

Of all of this, I give thanks.

to all on this day, and all days, of giving thanks