gratitude

It happens all the time in heaven,

And someday

It will begin to happen

Again on earth -

That men and women 

Often will get down on their knees

With tears in their eyes,

Will sincerely speak, saying,

My dear,

How can I be more loving to you;

How can I be more kind?

Hafez ( excerpt)

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I think that I shall never see 
A poem lovely as a tree. 
A tree that looks at God all day, 
And lifts her leafy arms to pray; 
Poems are made by fools like me, 
But only God can make a tree.