Fortunate

To be in the right place

at the right time,

to experience specialness;

a singular oneness,

is rare.

Amidst a night sky,

to witness a shooting star,

is a oneness.

To feel the warmth of the sun,

watch as it fades into the night,

is spectacular.

To live in a lifetime

where men land on the moon,

where walls come down,

where east meets west,

is to share a living history.

No matter all its importance,

no greater happening is a love lost,

until recaptured.

Then, and only then,

is all else truly worthwhile.

How fortunate the soul

to be given love,

to be watched over,

cared for,

and know our sins,

are his sins,

and he loves us still.

That, is truly, living history.