Poem: Grateful for the Little Things

I’m grateful for the morning light,
That gently breaks the edge of night,
The quiet hum of coffee’s steam,
And time enough to chase a dream.

I’m thankful for the passing breeze,
The dancing shadows through the trees,
A song that plays and feels just right,
A star that winks me into night.

A smile from someone on the street,
The way a stranger’s kindness greets,
The laughter shared, the stories spun,
The warmth that lingers when it’s done.

I’m grateful for the rain that falls,
The whispered secrets in its calls,
The messy joy of muddy shoes,
The peace in simply pausing news.

The cozy socks, the quiet book,
The way my dog gives me that look,
The dinners shared on weekday nights,
The porch aglow with soft porch lights.

Not every day is grand or wide,
But still there’s beauty deep inside—
In every breath, in small heartstrings,
I live in thanks for little things.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie