Gratitude

I am grateful for faith, although I am surrounded by the inconvenient truths about people's nature, desires, and longing.
People leave their wives for freshness; a 41-year-old left his wife for an 18-year-old.
People dwell in discontentment, sitting still with images of what they could have flashing before them.
People weep for have-not's when they, themselves, sulk about what they don't yet have.

I am grateful for the traces of love given to me.
The smile that the sun shines, feels more and more fresh every morning.
The softness of my companion's.
The wisdom grasped from literature and discourse.
The trials, defeats and victories.
The opportunity of life, to live and to love.

I have faith that this is light and temporary.