5121, Thankful Posted by presyzion, Mon Jun-30-03 09:48 AM
I like being thankful. For the touch that heals my wounds before a scar
becomes an eye. For the mother that had death before my coming. Her strength, an inheritance
richer than monetary blunders. For the father that taught strength through eye-stares,
strong enough to speak through silence. For the brother that taught what greatness was, & for
his intelligence being inspirational. For the God that judges my actions. For His forgiveness when
I become what I shouldn’t, when I pray & He listens. For the wind that sings to me when a voice
isn’t near. For shadows that flicker-dance atop my walls, flying shape in circular motions. For jazz music. For
the rhythms of its passion, guiding my writing to become its reflection. For poetry & its many forms. For
finding me when depression wouldn’t let me find creativity. For my place of rest & its many stories
that I will recite when tomorrow seems too dark to exist. For anyone reading these words, learning of my gratitude.
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