Gratitude

Gratitude

Our foregrounds in life

seem so dominant..

Death and hardness
with fleeting joys

fill our senses

sadden our days..

Questions arise on

our identities amid

those foregrounds of

ill news and separation..

Our searches for answers

seem as unfruitful
weary minds need rest..

As we search in shadows

 a glimpse of background 

a touch of light..

Forgotten once

 but now remembered

this moment of grace..

We are filled and become

at last acquainted with

an infinite expanse 

 this our true Self..

Then to turn again

to the foreground

so foreboding before..

Now shining in peace

beauty and happiness

bringing our tears of

Gratitude...

Happy Thanksgiving!

Elaine, Eileen, Anne