little things

I am the most thankful in the littlest things.

The white wall that reflects the sunshine perfectly
at 3:01 in the afternoon makes me feel nothing but
its warmth for just a moment and I am
the most thankful then.

The breeze today is a little warmer than it was
yesterday and my lungs appreciate the break
from the onset of winter and I am
the most thankful then.

I have tried and tried and tried again to sweep up
the dry and dead leaves into a pile with my feet;
all they do is crunch but I am
the most thankful then.

When the flicker of streetlights outside makes the evening
blink like a Christmas tree sewn with stars,
I see it all through my window and I am
the most thankful then.

When the eternal God shows Himself through the cracks
in my tiny twisting temporal universe,
I fall on my face and I am
the most thankful then.