Gratitude

Have you ever been overcome with joy and gratitude that you want to consecrate your euphoria and give it to someone? If I could, I would collect in my hands the gratitude that I feel for my aliveness--my legs, my lungs, my heart, my chapped lips--on this cold day and write it on a letter so you could see it. I would not explain it. Rather, I would give you this endless swelling in my heart so that it might enlarge you too. I would give you at least half my happy tears so you might know the way it feels to walk briskly in the quiet of a hushed morning while God wakes up the sun for you.