In this world of want
and ceaseless impulse
I sit down not to pray
but to write a poem
which in the end
is sort of the same.
I've never been told the truth straight
perhaps only a couple times by a brave soul.
For very few have wanted to tell me
you now find me on this journey
the one where I find out for myself.
I believe time bent
so we could touch hearts today,
and that death
permitted another day to pass
for we had a reason to live.
We were not seeking love
yet every atom of our body
seemed to yearn it from the start.
So this day was made
for us to receive it with open heart,
And may we always live with it!
May I live with such gratitude
as to repay this blessed gift.
And may I in this poem
invite you to do the same.