I am grateful this morning
for my few crumbs of sleep.
For foredawn coffee, heavy
as a humid day in August.
For Abe's Vegan Muffins. For
the TLC Dance Party on Zoom.
I am grateful for the soles of feet
on which are written stories
and travelogues. I am grateful
for eyes that welcome always
my heart when it sorely hurts.
I am grateful for men who are
gentle. I am grateful for women
who are bold and proud. I am
grateful for the genderqueer,
the nonconforming. I am grateful
for all specimens of beautiful
humanity whom MAGA scorns.
I celebrate colors, in their gorgeous
plurality. I celebrate the many
languages with which we speak
of the holy. I celebrate those who
image Christ for me, especially
Rev'd Jennifer. And I celebrate
my rector, who laughs at my
feebly clever witticisms. I also
celebrate Fr Sid Figlia, of blessed
memory, whom I once heard say
"friggin'". I celebrate Elena, I
celebrate Steven. I celebrate all
gentle guides who lead by listening.