Today is a day,
a day just
like any other
day, that's a
beautiful day.
Whether a
day is called
beautiful
or not depends
on how you
describe a
beautiful day.
But let me
tell you that
all the beaut-
ies are there
in front of
you, but when
you try too
hard to see,
you might not
see what it
all meant to be.
You can con-
trol what it is
and what it
could be, you
are alive and
you're breath-
ing, and
thats some-
thing to be
grateful for.
I am me, you
are you, the
day is hot and
the day is
cold, as you
can see. But
when you do,
the things
that you do,
in a day like
today, which is
to enjoy the
day, you will
find your way,
and my friends,
that way will
follow you.
Have a great
day, but if you
need more
reason to enjoy
the day, go
read poems on
the right
and enjoy as
you may. If
not, I’d say,
you should
read this mes-
sage one
more time
and embrace
the ray
and embrace
the sleigh.

People tend to
think that
happiness is a
stroke of luck,
something that
will descend
like fine wea-
ther if you
are fortunate.
But happiness
is the result
of person-
al effort. You
fight for it,
strive for it,
insist upon
it, sometimes
even travel
around the
world look-
ing for it.
You have to
participate
relentlessly.
– Elizabeth
Gilbert, Eat,
Pray Love

I’m 51 today.51 tomorrow, yay Was 51 yesterday. 52 is months away, And yes I’m thankful. Although it’s not my real birthday,It kinda is in a certain way.I’m still alive another day.I had the notion to celebrate. And be thankful.Though it’s not a holiday. Thanks -giving has come and gone away, I’m just alive today. For that I’m thankful. Honestly, I am not just trying to make these lines rhyme, Or reflect upon the deep sublime. I’m just grateful today to be alive. I mean really thankful. I’m not trying to wow you with philos -ophy, Or impress you with theology.It matters not at all to me. I just feel thankful. So tonight I take a walk outside, I look up into the endless sky and then I breathe. I breathe in deep, And I say thank you. And maybe not just to Who you think, Man let’s throw in the kitchen sink, And include all who’ve touched my life, to whom I’m thankful. Some of you I’m glad you’re gone, Even tho you still live on Frankly you stayed a bit too long But some you the grave stole far too soon, And yet I’m still thankful. Today the living and the dead. You’ve both been right up inside my head, And synergized this verbal thread. For that I’m thankful.I close my eyes and think of Tim, named David right there toward the end. I always smile when I think of him, And now I listen I heard a siren going by, I wonder who and wonder why, Was it a wreck, did someone die? Yet still I listen. Neighbors dogs are going wild. Was that the laughter of a child. Seems like I can hear for miles. Still I listen. I hear the hi-way roar of cars. Tho I have never heard the stars Is there really life on Mars? Shhh brain please shut up and listen! The soft night whispers in my ears. Pressing through my random fears, I stand amazed at what I hear. And now I wonder. I open up my eyes and see as I feel this winter breeze The silhouette of leafless trees. I stand in wonder Then I wonder about the first man to ever be, Or the first time he looked up to see The Milky Way the galaxies. Did he wonder? I wonder what he did How he loved how he lived. If he ever lost a friend? Man oh man I wonder. Was he the first to dig a grave? How it sounded if he prayed? How he fought? How he played? If that man could see us all today, What would he say I wonder? In ways was he a lot like me? Did he sometimes fear what he could not see? Did he create unseen walls Of unbelief? I stand and wonder. Did he ever hurt the ones he loved? Did life convince him not to trust? I wonder. My great grandfather lived My DNA is shared with him. I wonder how we are the same, And I don’t even know his name. Still I wonder. Will my great grand kids know my name? Will it even matter who’s to say? Will they look up in wonder? Will they listen? Will they be thankful? Not much I can leave to them That would matter too much in the end. I suppose the primal hope in man Is the hope I hope lives on in them I hope they wonder. About the universe. I hope they listen. To life’s unspoken verse. I hope they’re thankful. Even in midst of deepest hurts. I hope they’re thankful. I hope they listen. I hope they wonder. And no matter what life hands them, I hope they hope.
— Kelly Crenshaw