What if we gave everything we received,
More notice than a checkout clerk gives
To your weekly grocery order that happens
To click, beep, clack, whir, and push its way
Birthing into the cocoon of recycled Christmas trees
Or reduced trees that once held dominion over Oregon.
What if we examined every aspect of our day
Giving more attention to the opportunities
Written on billboards, bumper stickers, back alleys,
Cardboard box fragments held by sunburned bits
Of human scattered at the exit ramps like accident debris.
But, there are no accidents. Life doesn’t live itself.
It must be championed, battled, chewed up,
Swallowed whole-heartedly with passion to fire it up
To the blazing hot necessity of burning away
The unnecessary baggage that we all carry.
Let us practice enthusiastic radical gratitude
For opportunity to try again tomorrow
Radical gratitude for being able to witness this moment
This creation that we’ve all been gifted
That we all share with beating hearts filled with awe
Peppered with wonder, wondering why we’re here.
Being grateful is always a music to our tired soul. Thanks Mare Martell for writing this.
AMEN, may it be so.