“As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them.” – John F. Kennedy
To be grateful
is not as familiar a posture as I wish it were
I say the right words
“I am thankful for …”
but do I live it?
Do I truly dwell in not just satisfaction
in temperance and tolerance
but actual gratitude?
Mind over matter – yes.
Logic wins. I am healthy. I am happy. I love.
But if I’m being completely honest
(as is rare for me to even be with myself)
I could work on my attitude of gratitude
Sometimes my prayers become a disjointed list
instead of an intentional offering
Sometimes my “thanks” are bottled and boxed …
saying sweet tidings
without spirit, or life
And I’m sorry.
Because this gift I’ve been given,
this life and these people
these days and relationships and serendipitous encounters
they deserve more
I’m ashamed to admit it might take me some time
this rearranging my posture –
I believe there might not be anything more important
than to saturate myself in appreciation
ordinary and otherwise
The brilliance of a sunrise and the miracle of one more breath
should be regraded with equal measures of requited adoration
I don’t want to say,
I want to remain in a state of being so