Thankful for the things
That could be taken for granted
And yet are not so, for too many:
Shelter, food, warm clothing,
Thankful for the blessings I may not even notice
And yet are never empty:
Clean air, a language others understand,
Having a place
Where I am welcome
A bed to tuck myself into and rise from,
Floor, a ceiling, sturdy walls.
Thankful for the senses that I have
And do not fail me:
Sight (and insight)
Hearing (and the ability to listen)
Smell (and being able to sniff out what is not right)
Taste (in food, and things, and people)
To be touched in kindness
And to touch others
Thankful for the love in my life
For health and the ability to tend to it,
For knowing that I have a place to call home …
My heart breaks to know so many don’t.
Thankful for connection
For access to information.
For the ability to research so I can separate truth from distortion,
The freedom to ask questions,
The space to disagree,
Without risking violence and harm.
Thankful … for so much,
And hoping that such thanks could be available
May there be