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May we be blessed to understand

those nights we cannot sleep…

may be less problematic than they seem

It could mean, as some Native Nations people believe,

that we are awake in someone else’s dream.

May we be blessed to live a life

where we are kind and loving and sweet

to everyone we meet.

where we are accepting, compassionate forgiving…

Knowing the time will fly

From the moment we say Hello…

To the moment we say goodbye.

I am grateful for the words of Aesop…

And all of his wisdom I have tasted…

Like when he said:

No act of kindness…

no matter how small

is ever wasted.

The other day as we watched the sun set…

I thought to myself…how beautiful is nature…and yet

at the same time I found myself hesitant…afraid

at the world around me we have made.

At the horrible things to each other we are doing

at al the bitterness and hatred brewing.

As the sun was setting a question entered into my mind.

I wondered if there is any way to make this world more kind.

And though I understand for some this is a bitter pill to swallow

I believe the future of the world…depends on who we follow.

What if at the next sunset…when the day is done…

We stopped following fools with power…

hateful fools with guns.

What if the next day…with the new sunrise…

we only follow leaders who are compassionate and wise.

So when it comes to future sunsets…we can all enjoy the view…

the way that our creators…

meant for us to do.

May we be blessed to have some days

(knowing our time on Earth is thin)

to take a moment and just enjoy

the moment we are in.

I am grateful for understanding

In this life I’m trying to design…

that every now and then it is perfectly acceptable 

to color outside the lines.

May we be blessed to stop for a moment 

It matters not where or when…

and remember to hug the child still inside us

every now and then

I am grateful for understanding 

the reason we close our eyes

when we kiss…and when we dream

is because some of the the most wonderful things in life

are those that remain unseen…

not meant to be witnessed with our eyes open…

but with a different body part…

to be seen and sensed and felt…

only within our heart.

 Being an old man with a white beard and a smile…

sometimes children will pause…

(I’ve learned to recognize that twinkle in their eyes)

The moment, for a moment, they think I’m Santa Claus.

The other day in the bookstore a lady ran in

then smiled and asked me sheepishly

“Would you mind doing a favor for my daughter, Mackenzie, and me?”.

Before I had the chance to wonder as to what exactly would be my fate…

She said she was taking Mackenzie out for a birthday dinner 

and they were running late.

She said, “When Mackenzie, saw me through the window…she paused…

then asked if she could go inside and visit Santa Claus”.

"I told her we were running late…that there was someplace we had to be!”

So she asked, if I’d ask Santa if he would stop and wave to me.

So away to the window I flew like a flash…(remembering this from my childhood)

and waved to Mackenzie from the window…the way I thought Santa would.

Next, I opened the door and smiled at this little girl…who in Santa Claus still believed

and said…Happy Birthday, Mackenzie…and I’ll see you on Christmas Eve.

I’ve had a lot of wonderful memories at the bookstore…

but nothing will ever replace…

after a quick little visit with a man she thought was Santa…

that smile on Mackenzie’s face.