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In the three preceding poems I penned quite recently
I wrote how I was thankful for my house, my friends…my family.

But house and friends and family are mere words that by themselves have no appeal…
What gives them their beauty…their allure, their significance…is our ability to feel.

I’m thankful for as long as I can remember…from the time I was a boy
how I could feel…happiness…pleasure…ecstasy…awe…excitement..joy.

I’m thankful for my confidence…my pride…my self esteem…
for my ability to imagine, to wish, to hope…to dream…

And though I am truly thankful for all the wonders listed above…
I believe I am most thankful for my ability to love.

Love is a magnificent creation…an incredible gift…for it has this wonderful ability
to enhance the way we feel about ourselves, our house, our friends…our family.

The fact we can feel love…in all its forms…both big and small
is, perhaps, when you stop to think about it…the greatest gift of all.

But the ability to feel…as wonderful as it can be also has a darker side…
It opens us to feelings of sorrow and misery…feeling we can’t hide.

It stands to reason…if we have the ability to feel joy…we will also feel pain…there will be tiimes we bask in the sunshine…and times we must endure the rain.

But I have found what makes the joy more joyous and the sorrow go down more easily..
is our ability to love and to feel the love of our friends and family.

So this Thanksgiving when in your house…with friends and family…convening….
rejoice and remember it’s our ability to love and be loved that gives our life its meaning.

Love can to make a house a home…
It connects us with friends and family…
it can energize…soothe…and heal
which is why this Thanksgiving…as I do every day…
I give thanks for my ability to feel.
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