I walk alone
on an Island far away
on long endless white beaches
where treasure abound
putting each foot down in the sand
mindfully, knowingly …
that the earth in which I walk is wondrous.
In such moments, God’s existence
is a strangely obvious
and mysterious reality.
I sometime have the feeling
I’m walking on water or in thin air.
Of course, that would be a miracle.
But is it not a miracle as well
to walk on earth
Each day we are allowed miracles.
Miracles we miss so easily.
A sunset, a sunrise, the clear blue sky,
white clouds, green leaves,
the blues eyes of a guy at the next table —
are they not miracles as well?
How easily it is to take these
daily miracles for granted!
Floating through life
oblivious, unknowingly, and ungrateful.
Each day doesn’t just happen
It is something we are given, a gift!
As is the turning of day into night,
The water provided by the rain,
The food that comes from the soil.
Self-absorbed, we miss it.
Life just is.
Oh, but it isn’t!
Is is possible I was born for a reason:
to grow, love, feel, breathe, think, play, dance, sing,
work, create, make love, appreciate … for a lifetime.
I am thankful for life, even if just today!
— ME