It’s groaning with gratitude, my anyway jar,
filling up with goodness glinting like unpolished gold
in these hardscrabble times
and my heart grins brighter with each plunk of plenty
and I remember laughing how I thought I’d fill one quicker
with “stuff that sucks”
and I think that maybe, in time, I’d have had to dump
the “holy crap, this bites” pile into the
“thanks for this brilliance” jar and see it all true
and call it all good, the whole lump of it,
because it’s all being worked together that way,
crafted into something I wouldn’t have wanted to miss
or sleep through dull
and now I’m thinking thanks for it all,
the bits that are beautiful and blistering and balmy and broken;
I’ll take it all grateful
because loving genius is weaving the parts
into story large and strong
and I can trust this resourceful heart
with my everything.
If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish ulterior motives. Be kind anyway.
If you are successful, you will win some unfaithful friends and some genuine enemies.
Be successful anyway.
What you spend years creating, others could destroy overnight. Create anyway.
If you find serenity and happiness, some may be jealous. Be happy anyway.
In the final analysis, it is between you and God.
It was never between you and them,
- attributed to Mother Teresa