Gratitude
Gratitude, I am your listening post,
perched on the shoulders of mountains,
in the grasses, in your granite face,
reclining in the long valleys of your body.
Send me your chariots, your champion angels,
warriors of the spirit, whose love rises in speech,
in gesture, in wordless looks, bathed in the most
sublime rose waters; even in anguish for the suffering
of others. Send me your thoroughbreds,
heavy with bridle; I will race alongside you,
breathing my thanksgiving for the idealism of youth,
for the wild and holy power of the earnest
novitiate; for conversations between fathers,
mothers, sons and daughters, blooming in the
rising cumulus of purity and courage, in the altitudes
of high regard, the vitality of innocence, the awakening
of inquiry. Let me travel beside you, raining down with
the pounding hooves of your galloping love.
- Gary Horvitz