Thanksgiving

Each day exults in its measure of Light. Its attendant darkness, however large or small, does not diminish this joy. I sit in my recliner every morning and witness the daily beauty of however much Light us granted. What is given us is sufficient to evoke appreciation. What matters is the gratitude that connects me to the Light. This is how I participate in the glory each dawn unfolds into the world. How long this glory lasts - a few hours, or a whole day, or a forever-moment that mocks the futile "tick-tock" of clocks - depends on my willingness to lift my voice in affirmation by means of a poem, or an act of agape, or a conscious hour of delight in the Light pooling around me. It is so easy to be happy in the world!