Once again your big kind hand
has reached out to save me,
hoisted me above snowy ridges,
up from a self-made jail;
a self pity so deep
it looked like the only way.
Delicately you showed me
how ungrateful was that slimey place
that ignored gifts piling up everywhere:
for life, for now, for connection,
the ability to change anything about me,
for the sun, this bright snow forest,
the mistakes I’ll never repeat,
the power of the Universe in my darling, cuddly God.
Please forgive me. I never knew how rude
my whole life had been.
Thank you, ever faithful, beautiful enticement to joy.
You came here to fill my heart,
to press your lips to it
so their memory will always keep it warm.
Gwendalyn Gilliam, Incline Village, February 28, 2011