I thought to myself-
In a world full of cruelty and fear,
what is there to be grateful for?
My heart sighed and whispered countless things;
the gift of being alive,
a smile born of kindness,
the feel of my lover’s hand in mine,
sunrise and sunset,
beginnings and endings,
a safe and loving home,
beauty found in unexpected places,
the devotion of animals,
thunderstorms, clear blue skies,
the endless power of love.
And on and on and on.
A litany of wonder large and small.
Gratitude is my religion,
and when I embrace it
I see the world as a place of hope and possibilities,
and fear cowers,
shrinking away into the abyss.