Thanks

For the richness of my life,
And the jagged edges that cut
and draw blood,
And the glory
of the sound of rain
and silence,

I give thanks.

For the Creator of eternity
and time,
Who calls to me in darkness
and light,
In my hunger
And my want,

I give thanks.

For the fullness,
For the stones that bite
And the bedrock upon which I stand,
For the hands that lift me,
And the song that fills me,

I give thanks.

For my breath,
For my body,
For the grace of redemption,
And the blessing of separation,
So that I can taste the sweet,
The sharp,
The weary,
Lonely,
Lovley
Holiness of this day

I give thanks.