Was it you
prompting me to go for a walk
when I felt blocked
by burdens I could not name?
Was it you
who wrapped me in the gentle warmth
of summer’s early morning sun—
opening my heart to pray blessings over
each beloved one who came to mind?
Was it you
who lifted my eyes
to the canopy of trees—and beyond—
to the mountains rising up so nearby—
awakening awe again?
Was it you
who blew kisses in the sudden swirl
of delicious breeze,
acting like my granddaughter—
showering me with so much affection?
Was it you
who tenderly unblocked the log jam
in the river of gratitude I feel for you—
Healer, Restorer, Giver of every good gift—
freeing me to pour out tears of unending thanks?
Was it you?
So intimate, so playful, so powerfully gentle—
so near, so patient and kind?
Was it you?
Thank you.