There is a lifting above
and a grounding below,
a warming at the center –
when I remember.
It is like the unexpected gift
presented with love
and perfect timing.
Or the lightness of being
that comes
with surrender
and trust –
even in the midst of
struggle or pain.
I hold onto it
even as I let go,
allowing the divine
to move through,
heal me with its dawning.
“I was born with a grateful heart,”
says the patient
on her dying bed.
I marvel at the gift she has
and how it fills her up at the end,
easing the way.
And then I remember,
so was I.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2017
Becoming and Beholding 
The perfect poem for Thanksgiving! Beautiful, Cynthia! The illustration is a good choice, too.
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I like this poem for its genuine warmth and wisdom.
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Thank you! So glad it resonated with you.
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I have just found your blog and I am planning to read it from both ends. I feel like I identify with you and your relationship with God and the way you express your life through poetry. 😊
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Wow! So glad you can resonate with my writing and soul work. How did you find me? Please feel free to share my blog with others and be in touch whenever you want to connect to me. Be well! Cynthia
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I am also a WordPress blogger and like poetry… So that’s how I found you 🤗feel free to visit me too💐💐
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Will do! 🙂
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