Here is the last daily poem of November. Every year I think I get a little stronger. This year I’m less desperate for the month to end, more confident in what I’ve written.

Morning Meditation
by Beth Weaver-Kreider

Let today be what it wants to be
Let tomorrow be a seed you store
in the intricately carved box of your heart
Let yesterday be the distant sound
of a train whistle in the dawn

Sit in your quiet place
Hear the rustling voices of yesterday
Feel the growing light of tomorrow
on your open palms, on your closed eyelids
Breathe in the memory of what was,
and the awareness of what will be

Then put on this moment
like a warm sweater handmade
in a joyful collaboration
between your grandparents
and the grandchildren
of everyone you’ve ever
shown kindness to
and know that you belong
to this moment.

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Gratitude List:
1. This moment
2. That moment that was
3. The moment that will be
4. The ancestors
5. Those who are to come
May we walk in Beauty!