With A Glass Raised

The eternal optimist, cup overflowing at times, teary-eye, behind my rose colored glasses, I, with glass raised, toast to this day, and the undeniable bounty of a poor girl's blessings that are, for me, abundant and acquired, with great appreciation That I should be wise enough to see each dawn, a Thanksgiving, each shared simple meal, a feast that feeds the hardest of hearts, every kind gesture, an opportunity, strengthening that, which braids us, into the village of voices heard above the volume of vices so often picked through, like a last minute rummage sale... Glad for the traditional reminder that to belong, one must be willing to let love, and lessons, flow freely and evolve in the spirit of acceptance, tolerance and understanding Offering each other a space all their own where bridges are built, never burned so that the road home is always easily navigated And once there, a reason to rejoice, With a glass raised...cheers, Slainte PEACE and PLENTY