The things that matter most are always free,
Like pleasures that we take in those we love,
Or mists that fall upon the hills of green,
Or simple, gentle soundings of a dove,
The whisper of a baby’s milky breath
As we our faces in that warmth do sink,
The company of friends once lost, returned
To fill our lives with possibilities.
The treasures that we gain from gems and gold
Are fleeting like the falling of a star
That streaks across the night proclaiming bold;
These riches are not steadfast as we are
When you in trust with me stand hand to hand
And find our grace in love of earth and man.
I am very pleased to report that Enchanted Oak's efforts to raise funds for Haiti through her "Simple Things" challenge resulted in 108 people around the globe participating! Chris's challenge spurred me to write this sonnet, and I thank her for the opportunity to be part of this worthwhile cause.