I long to be just like one of them,
those few amazing people
who, when faced with the darkest night
can still see a far-away light
though impossibly
dim
I yearn to, like them, believe
that though my eyes be weak
I can somehow know there is a light
even in the darkest moment
and in that knowing
see
Waking to a new year
I recognize my breath
And feel gratitude
To live
Waking to a new year
I recognize my family
And feel loved
By each one
Waking to a new year
I recognize my friends
And feel peace
In the fellowship
Waking to a new year
I recognize my work
And feel engaged
To spread goodness
Waking to a new year
I recognize my world
And feel responsible
To give back
Waking to a new year
I recognize my path
And feel alive
To walk it
nothing can erase
what’s been written
there’s no do-over
for a chaotic year
turning off the lights and
turning down the covers
diving into the crisp, cool sheets
of the new year
looking for a respite
to wake up to
better
different
something
hope
tonight, saying goodbye
to the beautiful and the ugly
a farewell kiss blown
a middle finger
pull up the covers
fluff up the pillows
drift off
dream of a
happier
new
year
The most holy days
Are those spent
Being grateful for
Deep love
True friends
Long walks
Favorite memories
Raucous fun
The most holy days
Are those spent
Being present in
Every breath
Quiet moments
Meaningful work
Family traditions
Joyful celebration
The most holy days
Are those spent
Being open to
New ways
Old paths
Being loved
Giving grace
Living peacefully
The most holy day
Is the one you have
Today
In the midst of preparation
While the quiet before the storm
Rests over you like a warm blanket
Be present in thankfulness
As the food begins to cook
And the flavors of the season
Brush in like a summer breeze
Be present in thankfulness
When loved ones arrive
Bringing their hearts and hopes
Worn like an old favorite shirt
Be present in thankfulness
With blessings given and received
That spread over all you love
Like a first snowfall silently falling
Be present in thankfulness
Cast off the hurry and worry
Open yourself to be loved
Like a great oak reaches to the sky
Be present in thankfulness
Happy Thanksgiving,
Pops
