Thanks Be for These
For the sound of bow on string,
Of breath over reed,
Of touch on keyboard;
For slants of sunlight through windows,
For shimmering shadows on snow,
For the whisper of wind on my face;
For the smooth skin of an apple,
For the caress of a collar on my neck;
For the prickling of my skin when I am deeply moved,
For the pounding of my heart when I run,
For the peace of soul at day's end...
-Richard S. Gilbert
Excerpted from What We Share: Collected Meditations, Volume Two, edited by Patricia Frevert.
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Last updated on Friday, November 5, 2010.