Where Gratitude Breathes

Gratitude begins
where language dissolves—
in the pale hush
between thought and prayer,
where something tender
moves without footsteps.

It is not an emotion,
not a discipline—
more like a veil of quiet
drawn over the soul
by hands we cannot see.

Sometimes it arrives
as a soft tilt of the heart,
like a compass needle
turning toward a Presence
that has no outline
yet fills the room.

It gathers us gently,
the way mist gathers
on an unseen river—
not asking belief,
only yielding space
for wonder to breathe.

And from that stillness
a thankfulness rises,
weightless as a sigh,
yet strong enough
to steady worlds—
not born of circumstance,
but born of being held
by the One who never changes.

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