They say it is an attitude and I suppose they speak the truth. I woke this morning late, after a night of broken sleep. The phone rang, which interrupted my morning contemplations. Yet, these did not toss me off centre. What filled me with wonder amidst so much that is shadowy and just plain wrong in the world was a thankfulness . Perhaps I am just one of those glass half full kinds of people. Or, perhaps gratitude is the anchor that keeps me centred amidst small trials and gives courage in the face of major tribulation. Regardless, I woke up full of the amazement that is core of gratitude.
Gratitude
It’s a small cup
forever full,
an unseen hand
pouring from a teapot
that never needs
replenishing.
“Just like that!”
But it’s no
sleight of hand trick.
Though just as magic.
It makes us “Oh!” and “Ahhhh!”
We applaud.
Bravo! Brava!
We appreciate the show,
the ticket to ride
home to the small cup
of hot tea
at the ready
by our elbow.
Copyright 2019 Bee Smith. All right reserved.
Nice and warm to the touch of gratitude. Great poem.
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Thank you for commenting. That’s very kind.
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