Threads of Gratitude
Gratitude flows like a quiet stream,
nourishing all it touches,
gathering moments of joy,
and weaving them into a tapestry of thanks.
I am grateful for the sun that rises,
painting each new day with promise.
For the mountains standing steadfast,
whispering strength with the wind.
For forests and plains that breathe life,
as I walk in their nourishment and renewal.
For oceans that provide life for the earth,
their waves a rhythm of surrender and trust.
For the Great Spirit that gave life,
with the opportunity to commune together.
Gratitude shines in the love of my family—
a bond that anchors, uplifts,
and carries me through every season.
For my wife, whose steady presence
is a lighthouse in all tides.
For my children, now grown,
carrying their own light
to illuminate paths unknown.
Gratitude sings in the voices of friends,
in laughter shared beneath the stars,
in quiet conversations that linger,
in the stories that connect us
across time and distance.
I am grateful for the lessons of the earth—
the birds that teach me to sing,
even when unseen.
The trees that stand strong through storms,
grounded and unwavering.
The gentle rain that softens the soil,
providing nourishment for all.
Gratitude is in the daily small wonders—
the scent of pine after a rain,
the shimmer of light on water,
the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze.
It is in the vastness of the sky
and the beauty of a single flower.
The moments of love and connection,
so easy to take for granted—
a meal, a hike, or quiet presence,
conversations of daily life.
I honor the wisdom of ancestors,
the roots that run deep and strong.
Their courage and love echo through me,
a thread in the fabric of my being.
I honor the wisdom of the land,
of those who came before,
who understood its sacred rhythms
and lived in harmony with its gifts.
Gratitude is more than words—
it is the song of the soul,
the quiet prayer of the heart,
the unspoken promise to live fully,
to give and love freely.
To cherish this fleeting, wondrous life,
holding precious the tapestry of connections.
It is in every step I take,
in every breath I feel.
A thread woven through the days,
keeping me close to truth and hope.
Gratitude flows like a quiet stream,
always moving, always giving,
always strengthening one another.
