Monday, July 19, 2010

In Twenty-Seven Years

thankful
that i might stretch out my hand
to any one of the many friends
i call my own

grateful for the love
the smiles and 
wishes for gentle sunlight
on my path

bless-ed
to know the crush of human affection
the press of familiar contact
in an alien land
satisfied
in the work i have chosen
the mission that chose me
that validates and sustains me

content
where i am
wherever i should find
myself

fortunate
to know the gifts
of dancer and audience
to speak and be
heard

to love and be loved

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