I am grateful through the years
for all those who have shown me generosity…
Those still living…and those already gone…
For allowing me to experience
the wonderful feeling when receiving their generosity
as well as the pleasure of passing it on.
I am grateful through the years
for all those who have shown me generosity…
Those still living…and those already gone…
For allowing me to experience
the wonderful feeling when receiving their generosity
as well as the pleasure of passing it on.
Perhaps it’s time the words of Khalil Gibran
we read…digest and heed:
Generosity is giving more than you can
and pride is taking less than you need.
We have been blessed with good health…Both my wife, Deborah, and me…
which is why we both have DONOR listed on our drivers license/ID.
But now that we’ve grown older we are pretty sure…
Doctors might not want our old organs anymore.
So, if we can’t be organ donors…
Before we move away…the two of us agreed…
To donate some of the furniture…we no longer need.
Because unlike our old body parts…the two of us conceded
our old furniture, though old, is still wanted and still needed.
We loved our old furniture…and rather than sell or simply lose it
It’s nice to know it now resides with families who can use it.
Our couch, rocking chair and day bed…
now live in our neighbors growing family’s safe keeping.
They can sit on our couch, rock their baby in the chair
and the day bed is where their daughter will be sleeping.
Some bookshelves and a nice long table…now complete
a work station for the newlyweds who live across the street.
Our old roll top desk, Hawaiian chair and file cabinet…Have found a way to blend
into the house of two older newlyweds…who have become dear friends.
Our love seat and IKEA shelving unit… were quite heavy
so with a few grunts and groans…
they now sit in the first apartment of 3 young men…
starting to live out on their own.
Some of Deborah’s Fiesta ware…in all those bright colors we love to see
have found their way into the houses of friends and family.
We are happy knowing our furnishings…
will live in other houses where friends and family dwell…
and we sat around in our ever-emptying house…we wished we had an organ
so we could have donated it as well
I am grateful for all the people I’ve met…
Who have helped me with these three principles
to keep in touch…
How you can never laugh too hard
never sing too loudly
and never love too much.
May we be blessed to understand the beauty of love…
How even when a person we love is gone
Though their life has indeed ended
our love for them lives on.
How do we deal with the loss of someone we hold dear…
a family member, a partner, a husband or a wife…
a person who we can’t remember a time
when they weren’t important in our life?
We tend to curse time at these moment…
forgetting she can be our enemy…and our friend.
For she helps mark the joys of each new beginning
as well as the sorrow of each end.
How many joyous moments have we experienced
when we wished time would move ahead slow?
Where the happiness of that moment
makes us sad to see that moment go.
How many sorrowful moments have we looked for time to blame?
We curse the arrival of these moments and wish they never came.
But living in moments that are ephemeral and swift
makes me stop and wonder if…perhaps…that is time’s gift.
Perhaps time does not intend to vex, to aggravate and annoy
Perhaps she is only seeking balance between our sorrow and our joy.
Perhaps that’s why our yesterdays quickly become todays
and our todays just as quickly become tomorrows
to give our joy more opportunities to overtake our sorrows.
This ability to look into the futures as well as back into our past
Is how time helps to soothe our heart and ease our mind…
Showing us one way to climb out of our darkness
is to follow the light they behind.
I am grateful wherever I have lived
how within me the feeling of home is strong…
It’s the place I love and I am loved…
It’s where I know that I belong.