Gratitude

Each day I awake with a prayer of thanksgiving; gratitude that I awoke and that I can once again experience my children, my family, my friends, the world. I am blessed with renewed vision daily. I marvel at the delicacy of an orchid, how gently leaves flutter from the sky as they are released to drift leisurely to the earth, the purr of a soft warm cat on my lap, feelings of joy and even the sadness of loss. To hear my children’s laughter, a cardinal’s song. To sing. What privilege is this?

I consider myself to be uniquely fortunate to not only know, but feel connected to so many truly amazing people. People whose spirits are full of all that is good in this world and who share it freely. Yes, I have interacted with some who were not so well meaning, full of hate, but they do not stay. Perhaps like fire, I deprived them of the oxygen they need to consume me. I can only hope.

What a gift I have received to be so loved, and to feel that love follow me throughout my day. Although it is frequently expressed as admiration, I know at its core it is an appreciation that I am alive, and am affirmed that on whatever level, however small or large, I give something to others that makes them feel good and enhances their lives. From a smile to a stranger on what appears to be a rough day, a message of hope, or just a laugh; what I give comes to me tenfold.

To be accepted for who I am, including my shortcomings, flaws, and foibles defines love to me. Those very vulnerabilities were attacked, torn open and left raw in torturous mocking. You who touch me now are the healing salve on those wounds. How fortunate can one person be?

I will tell you I have loved this day, and you, in it.

A Moment

Oh how I have loved this day!
From the first hint of morning light
until the final shadows faded
You who I have loved,
who accompanied me on this path,
Shining in the brilliance of the day,
shared with me the jubilance of my world,
in the trials of betrayal in a searing midday heat.
Still, I have loved this day.
It was perfection reflected in the fading light
Who knows when tomorrow comes
So I lay down, comforted, leave the darkness,
to hear only the quietness
and I thank God for you
and this day, for I have loved it
and you.

©2013 LdJohnson

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