the simple things

I am so grateful for the quiet joys that fill my heart...
for contentment in simple things.

As I watch my mother rub her aching hands

I know she appreciates these simple things far more than I.

I can smooth the wrinkles from her quilt
that is now on my bed.

I wish I could smooth them from her as easily.

When I touch her face there is so much love.

Sweet softness that will never fade from my heart.

I try to be observant of the wind blowing through the grass

and how each blade reaches toward the sun.

There's more going on here than meets the eye.

Every day there is more going on than I can see,

but I am so thankful for that which is revealed to me
physically, mentally, spiritually.

It's the simplicity I find in these days lately

that makes each breath I take feel meaningful.

Small things give me time to reflect.

When a homeless person thanks me
for the butter on their bread it makes me think.

When my aging mother smiles with her eyes
it melts my heart.

When the day unwinds, my tasks are finished
and I am very aware

of how blessed I am by each moment...

each simple moment.