A Heart's Thanksgiving
By Don

In my heart,
lingers a desire
to be connected,
attached,
to something larger,
more powerful,
more beautiful.

In my heart,
roams a lonely cat,
not everyday but some days,
that longs
to belong,
and be a part of
something with others.

In my heart,
flies a solitary eagle,
who soars high,
where no other
bird would dare fly,
and lives in a world
of high off places.

In my heart,
lives an artist and a monk,
wishing to serve
and create,
from a quiet,
simple place
without expectation of return.

In my heart,
lives and breathes
a silvery dew drop,
sparkling
in the morning sunlight,
hoping for another dream
that carries me far away.

In my heart,
a thanksgiving table
has been set,
around it sits
those who loved me enough
to allow me
to be who i am.