A Single Blade of Grass by Fee Thomas

Tonight I am grateful for being present in the moment For sitting outside, breathing, rocking in the chair, for admiring the beauty of a solitary birdhouse
For sitting outside, breathing, rocking in the chair
For admiring the beauty of a solitary birdhouse
Then my eyes gaze over at one uncommon blade of grass being teased by the wind
The blade is vibrant and strong and holding his own, all by himself
And I think, My God, it’s been a long, dark, bitter, brutal winter- so much so that most of it escapes me- but look at that, underneath the heft and burden of all of that heavy, dank snow that tiny little blade of grass was thriving all along
Still alive
Still in one piece
Alone, but His
What a miracle!
At that moment I realize that that’s what miracles do- they inspire awe and excitement, so tonight I am grateful for that miracle: that tiny absolutely significant blade of grass, which taught me everything today
Thank you, God
Grateful.

 

Fee Thomas

“When I write there is no thought. It is complete invocation of Spirit and heart. I write, simply, because I cannot stop.”