How warm is the state of sheer gratitude?
What is the purest sound of devotion?
How sweet is the scent of serenity?
What is the taste of inner thanksgiving?
What color is the face of joy that makes one weep?One revels in all that's stripped away
As all that's left is what one really is
Now re-molded in great care and strength
By demanding so much and accepting nothing less
The inner being blossoms forth.One counts it an honor for the time,
For even pondering this such a one as this.
Thankful for smiles and frowns,
For the joy and the anger.
For the hugs and the chastisement.How does one speak of matters of the heart?
Are there enough kisses to repay fully,
For all the words and the times of silence.
For all the tears and the laughter,
For all that's shared?Or is the treasure in watching one grow,
In watching one nurture and cherish?
It is for all to savor and behold,
To hear and to inhale the fragrance,
And to hold it within their grasp.
*aurora
