Where Thankfulness Hides

Gratitude is sometimes a shadow—
a thin line drawn where light
meets the edge of something we do not choose.

It waits in odd places:
in the hush between heartbeats,
in the bruise-colored hour
before dawn remembers its name,
in the hollow where our questions echo.

It is not loud.
Not certain.
Not easily held.

It rises like a small, stubborn flame
cupped in the hands of someone
who has nothing left to carry
but the flame itself.

This thankfulness
does not depend on seeing—
only on knowing
that Someone still stands
in the unlit spaces,
breathing meaning into the dark.

And somehow,
in that quiet exchange,
the darkness softens—
not because it has changed,
but because we have.

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