The older I get, the more sentimental I become as the end-of-year holidays approach. Or perhaps it's just that each year has delivered more into my life for whom and for which to be thankful. You folks have been through a lot with me this year, so I feel comfortable sharing something very personal which I wrote many years ago as a memorial tribute to my departed loves. I hope it will help all of you to explore the depths of your gratitude for the love which pads, flutters, swims, crawls, hops, or otherwise makes its way around your homes, hearts, and lives.
The Myth of Loneliness
A message delivered through the eyes of a quieter soul to my own,
through foundations of loneliness and walls of despair,
proved the salvation of my youth and the sustenance of my life.
A message gladly, sometimes desperately, offered to all and sadly received by few;
for my part, held fast as a buoy to one drowning; a guiding light in an otherwise darkened room.
I would not have thought to take it all for granted.
Could but everyone blend their life so wholly with another,
the message would be shared by all living things:
that loneliness is an unfortunate lie.
The bearers of such news are the proof of its wisdom,
asking little more than not to be rejected, bestowing life forever bonded,
granting undeniable importance unknown to one alone.
Though my beloved messengers part and never fail to leave me less whole in their passing,
I am forever blessed in their gifts of love and comfort, trust and reliance, acceptance and forgiveness.
The loss of each is solaced, yet never erased, by the perpetual beating of each heart within my own.
Happy Thanksgiving, one and all.
Laurie
Being thankful
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