Thursday, November 22, 2007

Thanksgiving




Thanksgiving every day and every breath,
Part of contemplating all the miracles;
Smelling fragrance in the air, sensing the zest;
Hearing out of the sounds, the melody, the lyrical.

Seeing both with eyes opened or closed;
Touching and connecting with this world;
Tasting the fruit of toils imposed,
experiencing the change from young to old.

Feeling life, love, hope, and inspiration;
Watching new miracles emerge in their young eyes;
Letting your soul consume every sensation;
Soothing memories, hopeful sighs.

Hear the laughter, smell the feasting, taste the goodness;
Touch with your life and let your own be touched.

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