Daily Joys and Simple Pleasures

Daily Joys and Simple Pleasures


Spirit of the Season – Remembering Those We Miss

I wish you’d been with me
the day I saw Santa
I know she looked like a postal clerk
to people zipping by.

I was sure you’d know what I knew
the instant I saw her try
to brighten an elder’s day
just by the twinkle in her eye.

I wish you’d been there
the day I saw Santa
delivering those warm coats
to homeless girls and boys.

I recognized the compassion
in each festive action
giving children what they needed
PLUS a sweet little toy.

I wish you could hear
the chorus of bliss
when Santa burst the silence
of the room with Just This…

You are everywhere present
in each occasion or day
Your feet are not walking here
but your spirit finds a way.

You are always with us
Although it looks like you are gone.
You draw attention to the little
things – the sweet joys who have won

a place in our vision, a
little note in our heart.
Don’t wish away your wishes
because our loved ones
are ALWAYS with us -
doing their part.

It’s the magic of all that love
that brings them close – right here.
They are present in every “Santa”
When you see with your soul, it’s clear.
No need to go a’wishing
that they are here with you.
They are present in each kindness
that you take the time to do.

Let’s DO a little more seeing
with eyes ancestrally informed.
Let’s DO a lot more giving.
By such grace the earth’s adorned.

***

So I needn’t wish for you
to see what I am seeing.
By embracing all the seeds
you sowed you are here -
within my being.
©maryanneradmacher2012

Mary Anne Radmacher
see my newest work at
appliedinsight.net



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