Morning sun rising over a still lake, casting golden light across water and silhouetted mountains in the distance. A serene and reflective landscape that mirrors the poem’s themes of presence, softness, and quiet gratitude.

Gratitude

I am grateful for this heart of mine,
the ability to find the sacred in the mundane,
for that one moment
of looking out the window
and feeling it all well up inside me
and spill over into thanks.

For the morning song of the birds outside my window.
For the soft snores of my sweet pup Bandit beside me.
And for the look of love Willow gives me
as she lifts her sleepy head.

I am grateful for this presence,
that allows the truth of life
to quietly unfold
within the depths of my being.

For the tender touch of morning
that embraces me.
And wraps me in the softness of life
before I prepare myself
to go out into the world.

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