This morning the Internet is ripe and plump with wonderful tweets and status updates and blog posts full of gratitude. So I can’t let the opportunity pass to share a beloved (and possibly quite familiar) poem by one of my favorite poets.
I’m grateful for his work, which inspired the 10-year-old me to realize the power of the English language — and to recognize that I could have a whole lot of fun with it.
Like all those other people out there sharing their gratitude today, I have much to be thankful for. I’m blessed with two fabulous daughters, a bounty of close friends, a loving family, and lots of other good stuff that would take too long to list.
I’m also grateful for an audience that’s supportive and encouraging. Thank you for reading.
Here’s wishing you a lovely and blessed Thanksgiving.
I Thank You
e. e. cummings
I thank You God for most this amazing
day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
(i who died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday;this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any—lifted from the no
of all nothing—human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)