Poem Grateful

I wake to the sun’s golden embrace,
a whisper of light upon my face.
The breath I take, the sky so wide,
a world that waits with arms open wide.

For every step upon the earth,
for love, for laughter, for quiet mirth,
for lessons woven through joy and pain,
for loss that leads to hope again.

For hands that hold, for hearts that heal,
for truth in moments raw and real,
for stars that shine when nights are long,
for courage found in sorrow’s song.

Grateful am I for all that came,
the fleeting sparks, the steady flame.
Each moment—gifted, fierce, and free—
a sacred thread in the tapestry.

Thank-you for reading.

Much love and Light,

Brenda Marie Fluharty