Poem: Gift of joy

My friend,
you may not believe
that you have done something grand;
But you have given
the remarkable gift of joy
to this man.
It’s the little things you do
that mean the world to me;
Actions that bring light to my heart,
filling that which was empty.
It just warms my soul to realize
that I was on your mind.
If only for a split-second,
vision was granted to the blind.
It’s like taking time from your afternoon
to notice a blade of grass
rustling in the wind.
Or watching a common ceiling fan
and marveling at the mechanics
which make it spin.
Your phone call to me, in reality
may have meant nothing at all,
But I felt like I won a million dollars
after receiving your call.
It’s because the glorious sun
took its precious time
to shine on me alone.
The splendid queen I willingly serve
allowed me to sit for a brief second
on her throne.
It is amazing to know that the one I adore
actually knows that I exist.
And that for a brief spell
I was number one on her “To Do List.”
My Angel, by what you did and did not say,
you have truly made my day.
Not even the devil or his minions
can take this gift of joy away.














By Sean R. E. Munnings
The Raga~Lover

Copyright © 2006 Sean R. Munnings, all rights reserved.