remember to be grateful

You human animal, forgive yourself. 

You sinned, but so what? Who hasn't? 

So much blood has been spilled on the earth 

That it is amazing there is any dry land at all. 

There is enough guilt for everyone to share. 

But let's not hold on that. 

Kneel, human animal. 

Ask yourself for mercy. 

And one thing more, having asked, grant it.

To become a flowering magnolia tree, or spring, or the yawn of an old dog. 

Snow. That melts from the heat of your hand. 

So clean. 

Words written in Sanskrit or Welsh or Farsi. Like magic. 

Like the sun. 

To climb up, out of the chaos. Above it. 

Finally into the quiet. 

To be a perfect stand of elms. Alive in the limbs 

And in the branches. 

The sound of the song that moves you. 

Its movement and passion. 

To become a flowering magnolia tree, or spring, or the yawn 

Of an old dog. 

Rain. Cleansing the earth. Feeding 

The earth. 

The dream. The moment it is understood 

At last. 

Your very life. Your very 

Soul. 

This is tomorrow. It's here. 

Now.

That I might always remember to be grateful, and to show my gratitude. That I might always remember to seek out the good when bad things happen, and to be grateful for those things. That I might always remember to seek out the good that I can do myself.

Thanks for reading this blog post.

All Good Things, 

james lee jobe