June 7: Thank God for Being Alive

Thank God for being alive, for consciousness,

for the gift of awareness, for human community,

for the love that cuts through everything else

and lifts and heals all that is ill or faint-hearted,

for the beauteous summer day and the clouds

and grass and trees and dogs and this moment

of being grateful, even when things aren’t great!

Set aside the quest to figure everything out, mortal,

you cannot know nor can you ever know what

you think you’re capable of knowing. Your task

is this: to be grateful now, to be kind when you can,

to sing songs that lift the soul and drift upward

into the heavens where they sweeten the sun.

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