May we be blessed to live in a world
(think of the wonders we’d have ahead)
if love and caring and acceptance
were a little more widespread…
Think of how elated each and every person would be
If they could say with confidence…
I see the beauty in others
and they see the beauty in me.
With all the troubles facing us today…
in our countries, our cities and our towns…
why is it some people get so angry
at how other people use pronouns?
When surrounded by wars, poverty, hunger, abuse of power
why does some people’s anger stem
when other people prefer to be called
he/him, she/her or they/them?
Personally, if a person is loving, compassionate and caring
if they treat everyone and the Earth with respect…
I’ll call them any name they prefer…
any label they select.
I will call them by the pronouns they prefer…
without asking their reasons why…
but when I think of them and introduce them to others
I find more beauty not in a pronoun
but in the possessive adjective…my.
When it comes to those I love…
When love is the message I want to send…
I prefer to say my wife, my children, my grandchildren…
my niece, my nephew…my friend.
Because for me that is where the wonder, the beauty, and the magic of life lie…
When we know and love a person long enough
that in our heart they become a my.
Today I’m grateful for unconditional love….
Love comes in many forms…
from uncommon to traditional
but perhaps the purest form of love
is the love completely unconditional.
May we be blessed to make it our objective…our intent…our goal
to be aware and to stand up any way we can
to those with a shadow on their soul..
Hi mom! Hi Dad! I’m your baby…you just brought me into the world…
But as I learn to walk and talk and grow….
There is something that concerns me…something I’d like you to know.
I know you’re pretty busy falling in love with me
probably looking to each other and our family and friends for support
and since I’m already getting tired…I’ll try to keep this short.
I’m too young to know my alphabet…having just been introduced to the world and you
In fact the only letters I know right now are L G T B and Q.
I think I also heard something about a plus sign…but since I haven’t even had my first bath
I think it’s safe to assume…I know nothing about math.
But for these last nine months I’ve been silently floating in the womb…
your growing source of pride.
and during this time I’ve been listening…to what’s been going on outside.
I’ve heard and felt the fear and anger about those letters.
Heard and felt how they have hardened some people’s hearts.
I’ve heard the cries, the screams, the anger as they’ve torn some families apart.
Today you see me as your baby boy or girl….and I imagine love is all you see
but we’re all too young to know yet…if they’ll be a letter attached to me.
There’s a good chance that there won’t be…but if there is…I hope you find a way
to love me as much from that moment on…as I assume you love me today.
I hope whatever letter I am…if it happens to be L G T B or Q
It won’t impact the love you have for me…and as a consequence the love I have for you.
I hope the only letters that are important to you…for I know they will be important to me
The only letters we should care about…are L K C A and G.
I can’t control who I am…the person I was born to be…
but I can control if I am Loving, Kind, Caring Accepting and show others generosity.
If we all concentrate on these letters…and over those other letters quit making such a fuss…
If we all could be proud of who we are…now wouldn’t that be a plus.
I hope who I am doesn’t stop you from loving me…
because here’s the last thing I want you to know
whatever letter I grow up to be…the L that stands for your love
is one thing I will never outgrow.
Today I’m grateful for the magical feeling holding hands can bring.
How that simple act can cause your face to smile
your skin to tingle
and your heart to sing….
And what’s even more amazing…even better yet…
is how that feeling never goes away…
no matter how old you get.
Isn’t it amazing that with all the breathtaking beauty
we’re surrounded by each day
How the simple act of holding the hand of someone you love
can also take your breath away.
