And sometimes, it is more significant to others than ourselves
A big pot o' 'tato greens, thick with flavor and simmering with love so golden
Like those tender, sweet, orange plantains
Is all someone special needs to say
About how special we are to them, on any given day
We take, we give, but do we save these moments in the deepest depths of our hearts?
Sometimes a smile is a smile, and a word is just a word
Sometimes these each are significant in their own way to those we love and prefer
And the strangers we encounter;
For affirmation, for giving back
For letting a loved one know that we more than concur with their acts;
For with their acts, they show us love in the purest, most natural order
Love and gratitude are not specialities,
But special sentiments for the special people in our lives
That appreciate us for who we are,
Forever finding no fault in our stars,
Judging not what our thoughts hold, and us not the scars
For wherever the heart lies,
There the treasures will be
And what ever a man measures himself by, that he is, indeed
But the more these treasures are released as much as received,
The more bountiful these treasures will be;
The more spiritually opened eyes will see, in spirit and in truth,
What these treasures will mean
In fore and hindsight
Then a day will be more than a day
And a smile more than a smile;
Nothing shall be lost
If the ingredients are not tiring, but just right
Then, the efforts of simple gestures
Will hold more value than the cost
In that given day, the time spent in special moment
Is the special sauce
That makes the soul food in our lives tasty and worthwhile
And our prayer will be that when we break bread with loved ones,
We may also provide for the stranger, the widow and the fatherless
For when they smile, all is complete
This is the truest of all faiths
Thank God for everyone and for the special moments.
