I never thought I’d be
Grateful for the cracks in the sidewalk
For the chalk on the pavement
For cement walls uneven
Even for unruly streets
In the pueblo.
Always knew I loved mornings
Crisp and warm with the sun’s rays
Bouncing on the blue sea haze
Seen from high on the hill road
Descending into the pueblo.
This day was a warning
To stay true and connected
When things are unbearably hectic
Find the key and the blessing
Be of those who are grateful
For the hand extended, imperfect
For the companions in learning
Grateful the wheels keep turning
And grateful God sees in His wisdom
Every sparrow and yearling
While I am but gazing
At this amazing dance unfold.
For I could not count all the hairs
On the heads of those whispering prayers
I could not shepherd the souls
Cannot see what His goal is
My control is just an illusion
Vain and confusing
What we think are the reigns
On a team of wild horses
Are the ties that bind us
The endless looking behind us
Lot’s wife and the pillar of salt.
When we let go and let God
There flows through our lucky fingers
The energy that gathers and lingers
Like dew on early flowers
And our spinning hours
Are spent giving bread to the masses
Out of His bottomless basket.
As the dawn arrives we are wakeful
As things are built we are grateful
To simply not know everything.
Just to belong is a blessing
To be alive is a blessing
To take a breath is a blessing
In this day, it’s a blessing
To be lost is a blessing
To be found is a blessing
To be given a glimpse
To hear the good news
To know of the shift in the tide
To see flood gates open wide
To be able to stay in the fight…
I never thought I’d be grateful
For the mere cracks in the sidewalk.