Give Thanks

It’s okay if it ends now. Quite fine if it stops here. Never expected the joys I’ve had. Children. Amazing. The best. Their innocence, their laughter, their passion to breathe. I have loved too. Loved my children, and my mother. They too have loved me in return. Actually, perhaps first, they taught me. I have loved a woman as well. I think briefly she loved me. Then unrequited was my love forever. Still to tingle, obsess, crave our rendezvous. Imagine her smile, natural, unforced, her gentle face, her beckoning eyes, her rose moist lips to kiss. She was beautifully formed and lovely to behold. My pulse perpetually pounded in her presence. So special she was. So special she made me feel. Once. Only in love does participation surpass anticipation. I’ve experienced this gift, this grace. Many do not. There is still love in me. A gratitude of love. Compelled to give thanks. How? Discover through sacrifice, self-discipline, and longsuffering, by faith. Who? Totus tuus