grace, in the everyday.

i breathe

thanks

for the

gifts

as

they

fall

into

my

lap.

a

moment

by

holy

moment,

eucharisteo

for the

seemingly

insignificant

details of

my life.

instead of

relying on tired

memory

at day’s

end,

when

i forget

the taste of the tea,

sweet and milky.

the warmth from the radiator,

always reliable.

candles and apples,

and flowers

from the grocery store.

windows in walls beneath a roof,

and books

that

line

my

walls.

a washing machine that

works.

and food in cupboards,

my daily bread,

given.

and,

i search deeper

for the plain things

that

are holy things

of old.

the water and the wine,

and

the fish and the bread

and

the mud and the spit

and

my breath and my life

and

always

the giver

becomes

the gift

and

it

is

all

a golden

thread

of

everyday

grace.

and

i

breathe

thanks.

— grace, in the everyday.

© Liezel Graham 2018.

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