There’s a poem in my pocket
it’s just waiting there
written on a scrap of paper
a poem still to share

Not very long
and yet the words still speak
sometimes I take it out
just to have a peek

Written and saved
it’s crumpled and worn
but this is how
great poems are often born

In my pocket it waits
until someone comes along
to share it with again and again
in the universe belong


Christmas loveTis the season of giving and receiving
of presents wrapped and trees lit
stockings filled and food and drink
and a celebration of Christ

But also tis the season of need and want
of no presents or trees
no stockings or food
but Christ remains

Tis the season of love
where sharing with others is the gift
remembering the why of Jesus birth
for ALL he came

Tis the season to share
the gift is just that you care
take time to reach out
it could change your life and theirs


What are you thankful for
everyday and not just today
those things in your life
that you should give thanks for

Not one day a year
or one week but for all days
what are you thankful for
inside your heart and soul

Basic things, emotional things
people, places, material things
what is it that you are
truly, daily thankful for

Speak it daily, write it daily
know it daily, share it daily
give thanks always
for time is continually shorter

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