|Blessings are the things we take for granted.
Each holiday's a chance for us to see.
Most know the Earth is utterly enchanted
Yet walk through life and love mechanically.
Valuing one's gifts takes resolution
After one sojourns in fantasy.
Love brings to us the gift of absolution,
Enveloping our fear-framed walls in need.
No touch inspires so swift a revolution,
Transforming all the hieroglyphs we read.
In your love's a blessing I will sing,
Now that there's a day that dares the deed,
Embracing words that make the heart take wing.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon