Gratitude is seeing
the way the baby bird flutters,
dipping, his mouth open
and the mother, pausing only a moment,
drops a seed into his mouth,
tips her head
and returns to her meal.
In the backdrop,
light is caressing the leaves,
gently telling them not to fear
the coloring brilliant and falling,
the orchid on the window
right at my shoulder,
flares in tropical brilliance
with a computer screen its only illumination.
Each noticing, in turn,
binds us back to thank you and Amen
and the Presence that
holds it all.
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