Blessed am I

Golden moment I beseech you.

Small pellets of rain dance onto the ground urging new growth.

Tall aging bamboo shoots give way to the wind while the white picket fence fades into the background.

How did I get here?

Life with all its turns and curves has delivered me with grace to this moment of revelation.

Black, white and brown cows have not a care in the world but roaming and eating the lush land around them.

A bird sings a hymn from the electric wires above and the tall multi colored trees shed their skin re-inventing themselves like I.

Downspout pours out what remains of today’s shower.

The entire landscape sheds itself, turning itself over, preparing for winter.

Yes I see a grand unveiling and thanksgiving on the horizon.

I am Grateful to bear witness and absorb this very moment in time.

Who knows what tomorrow will bring or if it will bring itself at all.

So I must stand in awe, in reverence and give thanks to God for His abundant yield.

Blessed am I. Yes, indeed. Blessed am I.