The moments string together
like garland strung on the tree
hanging a little lopsided as the holidays
start to complete. Strung in those moments
if we look closely, are all sorts of blessings:
cheers and glee, heartache and grief, sad melancholy,
moments of relief, strung tightly wound, fraying at places,
so beautifully arranged in other spots our hearts ache with glee.
All strung together to create life. Beautiful blessing bestowed.
Hearts overflow, break, fill, and overflow.
As it goes on, forever this way.