Thursday, June 01, 2017

Thursday Poem - To Say Nothing But Thank You

All day I try to say nothing but thank you,
breathe the syllables in and out with every step I
take through the rooms of my house and outside into
a profusion of shaggy-headed dandelions in the garden
where the tulips’ black stamens shake in their crimson cups.

I am saying thank you, yes, to this burgeoning spring
and to the cold wind of its changes. Gratitude comes easy
after a hot shower, when loosened muscles work,
when eyes and mind begin to clear and even unruly
hair combs into place.

Dialogue with the invisible can go on every minute,
and with surprising gaiety I am saying thank you as I
remember who I am, a woman learning to praise
something as small as dandelion petals floating on the
steaming surface of this bowl of vegetable soup,
my happy, savoring tongue.

Jeanne Lohmann,
(from The Light of Invisible Bodies)


My Journey To Mindfulness said...

I love these words
and seems I am constantly saying thank you for my life as it was
and even now
with so much unexpected happening.

Tabor said...

The thankful season.

Mystic Meandering said...

"Dialogue with the invisible can go on every minute,..." And surely does :)