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James Mar 2020
Sing the song of gratitude,
should the grass grow.
Felt beneath our feet,
the soil breathing its song.
Let it growl a languid tone,
for its tongue rests underneath its greenth overflows and wild creatures.
A picture of placidity it draws, hidden under its overtone of yellow kingdom.
Don't let it loom over you,
for its stature is everything but onerous.
Tell it why you fear not the soil nor its engulfing sky, and it shall move the winds easy.
Speak with candor and imbue it with your love.
Because when it hears your song of gratitude, it too will sing.
Krishnapriya Mar 2020
What does it take?
To sit in silence

What does it take?
To inhale a breath of love

What does it take?
To hug the universe

What does it take?
To breath out peace to all

What does it take?
To accept this moment,
As it is.

A deep breath
A smile
A single drop of gratitude

All is well and always will be
In Grace Eternal
Glenn Currier Mar 2020
I just had a moment
when I felt the great beyond
thanking me.
What a joy!
Viji Vishwanath Mar 2020
A hug of warm..
    rejoices your heart,
A bunch of flowers...
    sooth your soul,
Beauty of nature...
     calm your sights,
Sweet melodies of birds...
      refreshes your mind,
Many helping hands...
      taught humane worth,
Little miracles of life..
    brought joy forever,
A true lover...
     hold your hand forever,  
Mistakes in life...
     made your path as clear,
Struggles of life...
     made you an oceanic wave,
Difficulties in life...
     motivated your inner spirit,
Being loyal in life...
     made you worthy as pearl,
True love in life...
     realised you the depth of sea,
Inspirational books...
      made you shine as jewel,
Being true in life...
     made your words divine,
And belief in God...
     shower the miracles on you,
But all of the above...
     being grateful for the blessings, still maintains your inner charm forever...
Never forget to thank God for all of your blessings.
I grew, I was planted in mire
but I grew.

I shared my shoots with
reaping roots,
and still. I grew.

Wind that tore came.
Hail that burned rained.
But I endured.

Pressure came,
I stood.
Pressure came,
I bent.
Pressure came,
I broke.

In ash I grew
Pink.
I cried.

You came.

You looked not
away.

You stayed.

You gave me
Life Again.
Thank you
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