Thank you for hope.
Last year it was cut from the budget
Ripped and left face down in a smeary November slush.
But it’s back.
Sitting quietly at our Thanksgiving table
Looking older and thinner, but sincere.
The prodigal son
The philandering spouse
We’re going to try again.
Thank you for the wakeup call.
The slap rattled my teeth and rippled through my psyche.
Wow – it stung.
Even knowing it was coming – (We all saw it coming)
Still, I prefer its bare knuckled thwack
To the dark growling whisper while we sang ever louder.
The pretending is past.
Thank you for the opportunity to lead.
Not as a toy soldier marching
But on my knees with a prayer
Knowing that to lead
One must serve.
And to serve
One must listen.
And when one listens
This is a gift.
Thank you for time to give thanks
Celebrating assets not found on the books
Families & Friends
The kindness of strangers
The wheel of the seasons ever turning
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