It’s not that I
Got used to giving
It’s that the world
Got used to taking
So when someone offered
Or even just asked
Is there anything you
Need I couldn’t answer
That there was is
Are and might be
Because in my past
Largesse always came with
A price from others
That I couldn’t afford
Kindness and generosity of
Heart and spirit heals
Even the deepest wounds
When you do something
For another any another
It’s like God touching
Both the receiver and
The giver each witness
A glimpse of Heaven
The glorious thing about
Change is that it
Isn’t absolute change in
Even it’s grandest form
Isn’t annihilistic but rather
Absorptive it is accommodating
When you change you
Don’t leave you behind
You may leave others
Or other things behind
But you oh you
You always most certainly
Always take along you
It’s funny how the
Heart breaks it’s not
That it is fragile
It’s just that life
Like a diamond cutter
Knows or doesn’t know
Where to whack it
Sending what took eons
To create into either
Oblivion or into rarity
I certainly miss you
But I always have
Even when you’re near
Especially when you’re far
And now even more
An adventure is merely
A journey without you
So on I will
Go knowing that one
Day either near or
Far we will pass
And nod and know
That you’re doing you
And I’m doing me
And that we did
And that we might
Do us yet again
