To eat three Thanksgiving dinners, not one, not two, but three!!! Is this manna falling from the sky? To not have to do any cooking or cleaning, or any preparation, no shopping?
Turkeys that are sacrificed for our taste buds, perfect species, a bird whose life and death is for you, s/he died to save us from our sins. A bird whose body is to be fattened up so we can eat his/her juicy meat in ceremony like the Pilgrims before us, what are we thankful about?
To be thankful to receive three turkey dinners, and to eat the best of foods, no indigestion, no heartburn, no sick stomach feelings, a tummy that is full and sated, a stomach that is churning like that full of butter, churning cottage cheese, not to need Tum's, a sated belly.
Yes, on Thanksgiving we can be thankful for our foods, and thankful to our cooks.
To then shine with the halo of an Angel after a good meal, and to invite others to try on a halo so to love the turkey and all we have and all we will get.
To be thankful for a future of happiness because we have this eternal love, a love we learned when we were inside our Mother's womb, and throughout our childhood, as she and your Father loved you, now you are able to love others too.
Kiss my lips with your eyes, but I will not kiss your lips with my eyes. Sorry but my sweetness is savored, saved, for those I love, true to few, lovingkindness to those who are honestly my friends and not my gapers.
On my lips is the purity of lip gloss, coconut flavored, climbed up a palm tree to tickle the coconuts to fall down one after the other, not leaving even one on the tree, bouncing, crashing in their hairiness, slam them with a screwdriver and a hammer, sweet white fruity juices forthcoming, Mother's milk, to eat the coconut meat too from the middle of the fruit.
How else can we be sweet? We can be sweet as pudding if we can love puddin' and pie. Sweet apples from your backyard tree, apple cobbler, apples galore! Sweet Cherry tree, no political scientist to chop it down, no George Washington chopping down a Cherry Tree.
Not discussing politics or religion, how about discussing the ecology of fruits? Fruits are very sweet! How can we be like fruits? Is a fruit a "nerd" and so we cannot be like one? Does an apple a day really keep the doctor away? Is this doctor actually just a nerd but not a sweet one?
Sweetness of our words and whispers, not to reserve your honey for those who are sour. To find somebody who is as sweet as honey on their own and merge with them. Brown sugar and white sugar, stir them up, add honey, sugarcane, sugary whipped cream, butter cake frosting.
NOW, you are Sweet! Sweet becoming a proper noun! Stay this way. Love your neighbor not just your "fellow" and your sweetness will pass on as an inheritance that is greener than cash, being the green leaves of the palm tree, speaking Green English and having a ball that is a chocolate piñata!
Chocolate in our imaginations to sweeten our disposition even without swallowing the candy!!!
Just call me "Sweetheart" from your fine lips and you then will become a "Sweetheart" too!!
Imagine a picture and then to draw it, to print it out from your computer, go to google images and find the perfect pic. What pic in google will be your companion pic, a pic of something that will be all you need, a pic as a friend, a pic that is of Rembrandt quality, to fold this pic like a letter and to put it next to your heart. What kind of pic could heal a broken heart?
His name is God, and he was born as Jesus. What does he look like and why is his image important, why if we hold his pic close to our heart will he heal us and how could this miracle happen, and how to us, you and me, and anyone who loves him.
It is love that cures. But you need to love someone who is real, someone who was born a human and surfaced up from the normalcy of humankind into a hero, a hero who saved humankind.
Do you like pretty pictures? How about a soft pic of the grayness of a man, just a man, who became God. His eyes are so full of love you cannot keep your eyes off of him, and it is okay to look at him as much as you want. His soft blonde beard covers his face like a Teddy Bear, soft curly blonde hair, long, wavy, sits upon his shoulders, his blue eyes being a Recessive genetic inheritance from both his Mom and Dad, blue eyes, or green eyes, even to imagine him with brown eyes, eyes on a pic that look back at you directly towards you, no matter which angle you look at him. His lips are caressing, full and plush, a pinkish in color, with soft pink cheeks like the cheeks of an Eskimo in the winter blooming like roses on his face beneath his dove peaceful eyes. Eyes that shine, a nose that is thin, breathing in soft gasps, steadily, filled with oxygen, expelling carbon dioxide, lips that although are closed on the pic open into the form of a kiss at your command, a picture is worth a thousand words, let him kiss you and return his kiss, kiss him back.
