by Anita Kozlowski
In this tender season of amber light,
when day turns early into night,
weâre asked to pauseâ
to feelâ
to see
the quiet truths that set us free.......
A feeling of Gratitude rises soft and low,
not for the ease,
but what we grow
inside the storms we didnât choose,
the moments carved from loss and bruise.....
It whispers,
âEven here, thereâs something true.
Even now, lifeâs holding you.â
For blessings live in simple thingsâ
the breath that moves,
the dawn it brings,
the heart that heals a bit each day,
the strength you gained along the way.
Thanksgiving is a deeper artâ
a turning inward of the heart,
where noticing becomes a door
to see what you ignored before.
So pauseâŚ
let stillness draw you in,
feel gratitude beneath the skin.
Not forced, not loudâ
but quietly living
in the untouched corners
of your being.
In this soft reflection, you may find
a shift, a lightness in the mindâ
a sense that even what was breaking
was somehow shaping
your becoming.
This is the deeper thought to hold:
that gratitude, whispered and brave and bold,
is how the soul remembers livingâ
and how we rise
through Thanksgiving.