Gratitude

(Gratitude – For Life)

What stirs the soul more than simple query? from where have I come? and what is beyond? The miracle of birth, the wonder of growth, the inherent glory of love – surely these to the heart reveal! Senses awaken innermost thought; I am… I am, I was, I forever will be – not by chance, not by fiction, not by theory unfounded. Born to wander, destined to be found, I am a child in the family of Man.

(Gratitude – For Choice)

For me? For me, or for God and others? Swift the balance swings – reaction to conviction of a heart engaged. Today…today, or tomorrow, can I sort the truth? can I sift the chaos? can I will the outcome? No…no, not alone, for the righteous choice bathed in light elevates the outlook, transforms all doubt. A choice well made, though reward enough, confirms the hand of higher law; bringing peace to a humble apprentice.

(Gratitude – For Knowledge)

What treasure brings wisdom to the seeker? What treasure broadens the mind of the holder? The prize is secured not in a safe, hidden not in the darkened deep; in written word it rests, from daily prospect it’s mined. No boundaries are placed on the cache we amass, sharing and giving depletes not the source. Read…read, study, and pray; knowledge held hostage lights not the way; share the harvest, strengthen the cause.

(Gratitude – For Family)

Perfect little fingers, perfect little toes. A tender heart nurtured, will flourish and grow. Friends carve a special place, but family…well, family knows no time, generations cover all time. Forefathers bolster our past; children sustain our future, we engage the present day with faith and hope and honor. Adam is first and father of all; Eve is our mother, a chosen call. Brothers are we – black, white and brown. Sons of Moses, sons of Aaron; all on the same family tree.

(Gratitude – Forever)

The spirit yearns for just such a home; a tabernacle given and taken for granted. Veiled at the dawn of life on earth, the breath of life comes to each in turn. A sliver of time in the grand eternal – ashes to dust…to dust.  Sleep is fleeting, and for spirit naught, but the gift to all is the glorious morn. Dreams of our fathers, truth of the present, faith in the future. Awake…awake oh brother on our Saviors wing for he offers as promised to center the scale.

Jon Green   2/2019