In morning breath,
my gratitude prayer rises from heart.
It starts for Gia, the Mother of us all.
The place we move upon in life to feel her love.
The Mother, who hugs us and whispers inside wind,
carrying a diamond at core to aid with wisdom.

Once said, many a thought of gratitude builds
like a volcano of sacred light.
For The Divine whose essence of love filters through me.
My life's gifts, that emanate within to share.
Angels and guides, who shelter and lead in grace.
Father sky, whose vast precious highway is home for birds
and rainbow dreams.
For parents who taught me well,
even though lessons dished out were sometimes hard.

In breath another round begins.
For ancestors that lead in pathways of discovery for me to be born.
My family and friends that anchor me when seas get rough.
A sacred form who takes a beating and keeps on ticking.
And for all people on their journey,
whom I have been blessed to meet.

The list goes on for every moment, every breath
and my soul who has given me life force energy.
Energy, to make a difference and experience life on earth.

In morning breath I am grateful, grateful, grateful.