Gratitude

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.