I am thankful for words, that I may construct
A language to at least touch the surface
Of the depths of my gratefulness, and the rest I offer
In song and living and laughter.
I am thankful that we are malleable and can be changed
By the wind on a warm November day or
By the way a friend says our name in a dark moment
And we can be forever thankful that life here is short yet long
And always enough if we look with artist eyes.
I am thankful for the places that harbor the sunlight during
My night so in the morning I can be assured that it
Will be sent back to me
I will spend my hours under it wisely
A good steward while the moon waits and then
When it rises I will be grateful for stars
And stars and stars and stars
And because dreams come freely and abundantly.
I am thankful for lavender wood smoke mornings
And for being warm in bed while the rain pounds on the tin roof
And tries to wake me from dreams
Of when I was beautiful and young
I will let it, because that was before I knew
True beauty and love and light and the depths of it.
I am thankful that I am not spinning alone
On this ocean blue earth
And more than ever, this year, I am grateful
That life is not entirely up to me
Because if it were, my story would be rewritten
Scratched-out, revised, and crumpled in the waste basket
So many times I wouldn’t have any strength left
To live even the beautiful parts.
Image via Megan Robinson Photography