When Gratitude comes to dinner
She wears a purple feather in her hair
Reminding her to be appreciative.
She doesn’t want to take life for granted,
But she knows she does at times.
She watches for the tiny little ways she closes her heart.
It’s so easy to get caught up in the daily tasks of living.
It’s so easy to believe that a stranger intrudes upon her time.
Gratitude remembers when Darkness surrounded her
For a very, very long time.
Month after month,
Encompassed like a gray shroud thick with gauzy tentacles
wrapped her like a mummy,
Bound tight with no light.
And then one cool Spring day
Kindness touched her.
As she walked across a lonely parking lot,
a little item fell from her hand to the ground.
A stranger walking toward her offered,
“Oh, let me get that for you,”
He stooped, picked it up,
smiled and placed it in her hand,
and then walked on.
The gray shroud lifted as her eyes opened wide in surprise.
His kindness warmed her sad heart, grown cold from the loneliness of her Winter.
For when Darkness imprisons us for a long, long time
It is then that we become truly grateful
for the little gestures of love
that we would have otherwise taken for granted.
Author: Benita A. Esposito, MA, LPC
Copyright 2011, All rights reserved. The Esposito Institute, Inc.