“Dia de Gracias”

I am thankful for the grace I don’t deserve.

The sun upon my face

The sky with all its air

The sea that spits me out on every shore

I am here and it is beautiful.

There is no secret because grace does not hide itself.

I don’t ask it questions or expect any answers.

I am amazed at the contrast of each breath.

When I was a youngster, my mother may have been mean, but on Dia de Gracias, she always fed us sinners, the street souls in sadness.

I kiss these words.

I kiss the good times and the bad.

Today and every day is a day of grace.