Attitude of gratitude

Let that spirit of gratitude
ebb and flow through me
effervescently
unfettered like
the sweetest melodies
wind through trees
walks in parks
let that unbothered energy
metastasize and infect
those in my orbit
who ain’t on it…
life is too
short to plod
and hang head
that shiggitty is dead
call cobs
on the light.

Omnipresently searching God’s face. (Rio Grande Gorge)

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