Gratitude

Gratitude (Dust’s Prayer)

So many moments cross our paths,

Each memorable in its own way —

Unique, eccentric, sometimes raw,

Marked by brutality or angst,

Or softened by shared history,

Where sorrow once rooted, hope is sown.

Then come the dreary days:

The epic fails.

The extra-cup-of-coffee days.

The ones that wear on you like nails

Sliding down the chalkboard slowly —

Yet others hold such stunning hope

That even lowly hearts prevail.

Today is a sunny day, bright with promise,

Warm in the way holiday memories are warm —

Pondered and stored in the heart with rose-colored

Glasses fashioned by reflection.

I have family — my brother, my boys Louie and Steiner,

My wife, the house You gave us, health and heart.

I am full of gratitude for all I have,

But more for the heart You gave me, God:

For the people and family forged,

For friends on Medium,

For bonds woven strong by grace.

Your blessings rest upon me gently.

I thank You for the souls that cross my way,

For giving me heart and words to serve,

To love them as family and friend.

For the four-footed familiars,

For every mercy and every dawn.

Most of all — thank You for Your Love,

And for teaching me to embody it more fully.

Sincerely,

Dust