A gift and a thanks

      So many cards of thank you to write. So many
how are yous to ask. So many names to recall. Ah
just grateful for the small pieces of recognition given.

     Softly the words sit. Splattered across the lined
thin parchment. Ah seated in my car with pen in
hand and a far away glare in my eyes.

     Whispered in air are words and spellings I need
to write. Echoing down into a moment of extreme
calm. Seated slight bit slouching. Time erases the
minutes and before I am too far I become aware of
darkness settling in.

    Neon lights become more prominent and headlights
burst. Slowly I turn the car on. Hoping to remember
one, no, two special people in my mind tonight.
All on to different ends of the spectrum. One I give
a gift to and the other a grand thanks.

    Ah how to word myself. How not to imply a
want in return? How to show the humble actions?
I don't want to appear as in buying favors or anything
for, perhaps, the one I give to may see it as that.
Oh I just want to give. Praying to Jehovah that it will
be accepted in kindness and not taken as buying
affections.

   Ah Jehovah, I pray you help me and others see
I am often too generous but I love doing so.

    For the one particular I am giving thanks to, well
dear friend that is you. So many images of
creativity came bounding my way. So I lay gratitude
at your feet. Not in a literal sense for I know not
how to do so.

   Still many others are receiving cards of kindness.
I would not be me if I did not express my genuine
happiness towards their actions. Each one receives
a card. Different.

   One day I can say my gratitude to you. Until
then you must read it.