Mindfulness: Poem of Thanksgiving (Repost)

What is man, that thou are mindful of him? Psalm 8:4a

He sees you clearly in the bleary, in the crowd, under the one umbrella you've managed not to lose;

road raging in your car, whaling on the wheel, bellowing unheard insults at the driver just ahead;

lying on your hollow belly, crying for one whom you love but haven't yet been able to hold, or for

one whom you love whom you lost before you'd thought how you might, without, get up and go.

He sees you reaching deep, tapping into next-to-nothing, scraping at scraps just to comfort a friend;

dragging--another day another dollar--into a joyless jobplace because dear ones depend on you;

fighting to forgive (s)he who stole a piece of your soul and walked away, never once looking back;

cooking, cleaning, diapering and dreaming of the day when your art will wing its way out. And out.

He is mindful of you.

Thank Him.