Sipping coffee
At the kitchen table
in the silence of a morning
Washed clean by the rain
Shining under the breaking sun

I count my blessing
One by one
They are the gifts given to me
The gifts that have come from

Joy
Love
Hope
Dreams
Wonder

And also from
Pain
Sorrow
Mistakes
Lessons

From all, come blessings
From all, I have learned
From all, I have become
Richer
Fuller
Wiser
More gentle

Just gratitude now
That I am where I am
With the people I am with

Let the mystery continue to unfold
Let it flow around me
And through me.

Thankfully.

By Deborah E. Dayen