Beyond Grateful

At this time of year the mornings are such a treat. All of my senses feel open and alive and my soul tingles with gratitude. I wrote this poem recently in a moment of pure and utter gratitude for life.

Yours Faithfully ❤️ 

I don’t want to plough through life like a packhorse 

grinning and bearing it all in the name of duty. 

No, I don’t want to squander life. Bleating on about its unfairness like a spoiled and entitled little brat. 

I really don’t wish to diminish life by apologising for the way it expresses through me or by uselessly comparing my experience of it to those around me. 

I don’t want to dishonour it.

To doubt it.

Or to betray it. 

I don’t want to trample all over life like a giant, injuring it with the selfish and destructive footprints of my ignorance.

I never want to arrogantly assume that it is always just going to be there. 

No.

I want to cup life in my hands as if it were a newborn baby sparrow 

all fragile and miraculous.

To hold that tiny little creature with such great love and esteem 

that it cannot help but blossom.

I want to gaze at that almighty powerhouse with wonder and respect 

and be amazed by its resilience all over again 

each fresh morning that I rise.

I want to grab life by both hands and to worship it.

To writhe my hips with it 

And to belly laugh with it.

I want to muse with life beneath 

the shrill of the knowing moon

open and receptive 

to 

that which most 

wants to happen.

I want to honour 

and to celebrate life.

To dare with life 

And to care for it.

May I be a willing channel for its messages 

And a humble receiver 

of its beauty.

Yours faithfully ❤️

Advertisement