A Thanksgiving
Poetry

Tiny crystal shards of sugar
glisten on the page like fiery, white-white diamonds.
Far away scattered ones appear fluffy, snow-like.
So delicate, yet crisp, they lay there
until I gently captured a grain on the tip
of my finger to observe its lovely shape.
A cube, imperfect, it clung there
to the smooth skin of my finger.
Then with a simple, careless brush of my hand
it was gone
Our hopes, aspirations, dreams, our troubles and
moments of deepest despair are like sugar grains
Sometimes clear, sharp.
Not always perfect, but hesitant…..
sometimes soft and white, but always scattered.
One fresh sweep of our minds could
banish them forever and leave a clean white page
to write upon.
These thoughts, an attitude of mind
we have to find by striving — battling through snowdrifts
of self-doubt, anger, greed and despair.
Sometimes not knowing which landmark to look for.
And maybe among them there is a landmark
of which no substance can be found
for it is the intangible of the mind
A thing that will not dissolve easily
in the vanity of our tears
and likely
that bright star is the glow of love.
For I to love you and you to love me
is surely our greatest task and gift on Earth
and for this dear God we truly thank you.
© Celine Lai






