Because of you, Thank You, all day lately I'm thinking, So I wonder what will I be thankful for today?
And whatever happens, I wonder, Is this a thank you? How could it be? Rain? What is good about rain so heavy not even the fastest wiper can keep the windshield clear? The cobbled fish-scale pattern of rain falling on water against the glass?
I forget to be impatient when the gushing deluge makes the traffic creep, though I am late for an appointment. Slow truck - pulling the horse trailer up hazardous Cornelius Pass - am I grateful you impose a prudent speed on us all?
All day at the edges of my mind other people's poems of praise play out, half-shaping themselves on my tongue - i thank You God for most this amazing day . . . O World, I cannot hold thee close enough . . . Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how) . . . For I will consider my Cat Jeoffrey . . . and a tiny but jubilant Hallelujah chorus sings out a regular soundtrack behind my left ear: Thanks, thanks, thanks be to God which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
To a hammer, everything looks like a nail. To a grateful mind, everything begins to look like a love letter from on high.
I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful
green stuff woven.
Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord,
A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropped,
Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we
may see and remark, and say Whose?