echoes of the soul

for all the days I can stand and walk
For all the nights I sleep, and noons I can talk
For the breath of life
for the people around me
for all the sufferings and strife
that made a human out of my indefinite identity

for all the love that surrounds
the heartaches that made me listen
to what distance had been shouting out loud
for all the little things i possess
the smiles of my friends
the giggles of kids i can hear
the beauty of the sunset
the warmth of every mornings
the hands given to writing
the heart for caring
the graces that keep coming and I keep counting
despite the restlessness…

we all share some story of pain, of discomforts, frustrations,
but all these, are evidences of the great gift each of us have…
LIFE.

I am grateful I am living…
and i had learned loving…