The morning light presses through the fog
Like a cutter making its way through the North Sea
Each trying to keep the other from accomplishing its mission
The fog, a low-hanging cloud of mist, brings confusion
The light attempting to bring clarity
Above the cloud the sun rules, shining brightly
Below the fog, we amble about aimlessly
Searching for a way out, but not finding it
Running into things unexpected
Yet still hoping for a better outcome
As it always has for thousands of years
The sun eventually wins by melting the fog
Allowing the clarity of its rays to reach us
Once again illuminating our path for our journey
We continue our travels without gratitude
Unaware of the battle which rages every day
We amble about somehow thinking we are in control
That through our own effort, the fog lifted
Our perspective is jaded by lack of truth
By pride of what we deem to be knowledge
Today of all days we must find a way
To direct our focus on the reality
That the sun is the one actually in control
It created the cloud of fog in which we struggled
And then blew it away with its beams
Without its warmth we would freeze
Without its light we would be blind
Without its rays our health would struggle
Without its pull, our earth would be adrift
It tends to our world, and us, without ever demanding anything
Today, be grateful for all you have
Be grateful for how long you survived this chaos
Be grateful for the people in your life
Be grateful for those who have preceded us
Be grateful …
