Otherwise by Jane Kenyon
We can’t help but say thank you, O God, for buttered toast, a cup of coffee, a small piece of candy at just the right moment. For the mid-day nap, the walk with the dog, the sizzling pan full of aromatic veggies. For the rain on the windows, the early morning light, the little buds bursting with life from their winter hiding place. For this day, this moment, this ever-ripe now. Amen.