On Gratitude

Sometimes I’m so grateful

For my life, I

Could cry because

I can’t hold the  joy and 

Wonder in 

This little mind,

This little body.

Sometimes I feel so

Tired I would not

Complain if God

Called me home now.

Is there a time I didn’t know?

When truth wasn’t there ringing my

Doorbell and leaving messages on my phone?

Looking back I can only smile at how

Blind I could be, how deaf

To the calling of my own soul.