the truly blessed

 
 
 
there are moments that
are so serene that they
border on the sacred  
 
like the one person who
says they love you and
means it
 
a love that has never
let me down is a good
book
 
good books have  
       enchanted me
              enraged me
 
held me hostage like
a madman putting a
gun to my  
head
 
filled my eyes, ears and  
heart with small miracles
of:  
 
imagination  
 
joy
 
pain
 
longing
 
there are those that go
through life never caring
about reading a good  
book
 
with minds of vast
wastelands and
thoughtless
thoughts
 
moving through
their day walking,
talking, breathing
in the vast emptiness  
of their own spaces
 
existing like
doorstops
 
it make one wonder  
about the cruelties  
of this  
world
 
and who the truly  
blessed are
 
and are  
not