I walked into the garden of my soul.
Looking for the most beautiful flower.
As I entered the garden,
I saw multiple beautiful colourful flowers.
I even saw some weeds growing among the flowers.
They also have attractive flowers.
I needed to pay attention so as not to mix them and take them for flowers.
I proceeded down the garden,
despite all the attractive flowers,
looking for the most beautiful one.
Behold the most beautiful flower of the garden.
I made no effort to identify it.
It was uniquely and beautifully growing in the middle of the garden.
I noticed all other flowers of the garden emanated from her,
color, shape or beauty.
And she herself is easily identifiable with all the flowers of the garden,
by one of their characteristics or the other.
The name of the most beautiful flower of the garden of my Soul is:
Gratitude to the author and giver of life, God
To have given me life on this special day.
Gratitude to my Mum and my Dad,
who nurtured and cared for this life that was given freely to them.
Gratitude to my siblings and the extended biological family.
Gratitude to my religious family.
Gratitude to my friends and well-wishers.
Gratitude to the whole human family.
Gratitude to the whole of creation.
Gratitude indeed to everyone and to everything that lives and moves.
Gratitude to everything visible and invisible.
GRATITUDE, GRATITUDE, GRATITUDE!
By Bernadette Fadegnon MMM