Someone once said,
“Gratitude is the sign of noble souls.”
That is lovely,
but I don’t think of myself as
noble,
with synonyms like
virtuous
and
gallant
and
honorable.
Oh, but I am
filled
with
gratitude,
and it is
spilling over
and washing clean
the way I have always
thought of myself:
corrupt
and
fearful
and
disgraced;
so that today,
I can think of myself as
humbled
and
pliable
and,
oh so,
grateful.