Gratitude

Paul Klee
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“Deep calls to deep
          at the thunder of your cataracts;
      All your waves and your billows
          have gone over me.
  By day the Lord commands his steadfast love,
          and at night his song is with me,
      a prayer to the God of my life.” ~ Psalm 42:7-8

I stand
where the river
rushes to meet the sea
The wide estuary pulsates
with the shriek of gulls
The tide is high
with krill

The birds
tumble in wind
dive and flutter and rise
with trophies of their labors
settle on the old pilings
rise to sail away
like kites

The Maker
attends his own
in ways wiser than ours
while each creature survives
by another’s generosity
with a gratitude
her own

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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2 Responses to Gratitude

  1. I have always loved this passage – it was the Psalms that gave me my love of poetry – and your poem matches it perfectly

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  2. I wish I could see the world by your lights – your poetry helps me a great deal in that regard

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