Gratitude's Door
This morning, gratitude
knocked softly on my heart
I opened—
and the Beloved entered
like light that needs no permission.
O Friend,
how easily we forget
the miracles hidden
inside each ordinary breath.
Let this day become
one quiet, shining prayer:
a simple thank-you
that walks, sees, remembers.
For when love awakens in us,
even sorrow turns to honey,
and the whole world whispers,
Everything is gift.
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