For You, I Wish the Intangible




I see the lights outside eager homes. I hear the music play throughout department store walls and there is an excitement on the children’s faces that remind us another year has passed. It is holiday season once more. A time to celebrate, to express love and kindness… Our country is at war, politicians launch battles against one another, and parents can’t leave children outside to play. These tragedies I speak of do not remove my holiday spirit, they guide it. They give me vision of what I should celebrate, how I should love and what to share. As I inscribe this Wish, I know I could address it to most, for life’s walk challenges us all. It is the holidays. I have been programmed to give you something I can wrap, something with a bow but my heart searches elsewhere. I want to give you love but I do not know how to wrap it. I want to give you respect but could not find a box big enough. I want to give you my trust but I do not think the mail carrier could carry it all… I wish for you those things you can not touch. I wish you freedom from anxieties, loneliness, and pains of the heart. I wish you the miracles gone unseen as roses blossom in backyards, winter becomes spring again and again and the sun rises to warm you each and every morning... If this holiday season I could give you anything I would wrap your fears, your tears and hold them far from your reach. I would give you enough loyalty to erase your betrayals and any sadness… This holiday season I will wrap you a gift, but “I love you” is what I mean to give.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010


There are many complementing me, like a rich vine of wisteria climbing the bark of a spruce. And then, there are the few bold and pronounced that come marking their presence by making a difference; influencing my decisions, challenging my thoughts, affecting the direction of my course. With them, I am left to ponder the profound notion that they came for a reason, that it was all meant to be, a spiritual harmony so beautiful in sound I cannot deny its music. You have come to my life making a difference, composing our amity with spiritual notes. I dare, I open, and I accept it as truth that was meant to be. Therefore, I accept that you have been here from my beginning and you will be with me in my eternity. You are in my tear drops and in my trembling hands, you are in my laughter and my arms when I hold those I love. You are in the spirit that nourishes my soul. For you, I wish to make a difference.
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