Blessings

Snow crunches beneath my feet
and I think of you.
I wonder where our lives
converged, diverged, got lost
and found again.
Crisp winter air fills my lungs and clears
my head of thoughts of myself
and my worries.
In the space freed of worry, I realize
I am blessed.
Then, I think of you.
Those who loved me into being,
teaching me grace, mercy,
empathy, and love.
No matter if we’ve recently spoken
or only exchanged cards, posts, tweets, or likes,
I think of you and I am blessed.
As are you.

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