We Take For Granted
Each holiday we notice what we see.
Most know the earth is utterly enchanted,
yet we walk through life mechanically.
Valuing one's gifts takes resolution.
After days and nights of fantasy love brings
the sweet relief of absolution,
enveloping our hesitance in need.
No touch inspires so swift a revolution,
transforming all the hieroglyphs we read.
In your love is the charity of spring,
neither self-obsessed nor blinded by some creed,
acing the grey dawn that blessings bring.
~Author Unknown ~
