I woke up thinking about e.e. cummings this morning. One of his poems has been a mantra of mine for years and it occurred to me that I should try to write my own version of i thank You God. Within seconds, I had this paean of praise in my mind and on my lips, then had to jump out of bed to write it before it evaporated back into the thin air from whence it came.
i thank You God
for the sigh of the wind through the rustling trees
for the rush to the beach of the surging sea
for the warm kiss of the magnificent sun
and for knowing always You as the One
amen
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