I have endured hunger and
the gift of anxiety it brings . . .
Imagine in all societies we know,
we experience different sorts of
hunger. For me, it's a hunger for
safety in all things. I like knowing
the next meal for my family is
secure. It matters to me that my
doors are locked at night and my
children are safe. Good job the
police caught that child molester.
I have suffered loss and
the gift of pain it brings . . .
My father built my dream home
in Mexico. I have never loved an
edifice more, right down to the
last bit of decor. Alas, I lost it in
my divorce as is wont to happen.
Still, 'twas only a building and
not a life and for this I am much
grateful!
I have known love and
the gift of joy it brings . . .
Spiritual love means the world
to my peace of mind. I am ever
so grateful to have found my path.
Security love of hearth and home
is important to the entire family.
Alas, many do not have it. Sexual
love in a committed relationship
is both delightful and precious.
Somehow, I do feel overcome
with gratitude . . .
known but recovered
feeling ever so grateful
ever fortunate
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