Gratitude
Gratitude, a word.
Someone says write it on your glass
And the water you drink will be pure
Someone says list everything you’re grateful for
And you will be resonating at a higher vibration
When I begin my list it really works
I begin to feel so good
I forget all the things I yearn to do
All the things I want to have
All the people I have to see
All the business awaiting me
It moves me way outside my head
And opens feelings of joy instead.
My list is long and starts with me.
And all those close and whom I love
And then I think of friends so dear
They fall into that same affectionate pull
And animals too and my bed and my home
And my work and my skills, and my safety, and my dreams
It’s amazing how long I can carry this on.
But the thing that begins to awaken in me
Is how seeing the same tree be bare and then budded, and then green and then orange
Makes me just as happy this year as last
What is that?
And how feeling sand under my feet, or the rhythm of a wave
Stirs me up every time.
And then there’s that amazing truth.
That when I connect again with someone I love
That feeling springs up that is full and joyful.
What is that?
And when I suddenly feel warmth on my shoulder from that funny yellow dot in the sky
Or hear rain on the roof
Or Beethoven’s fifth, or Clair de Lune.
What is that ? How come it always works?
Is it God? Or is it me? Or Is it you?
Or is it just that honest truth.
That it is All, it is Divine, it lives IN us, in you and me for we are one.
And I am so grateful.