Rain or shine

I find my joy in all that came,

and honor what I could not claim.

For all I hold will shift and change,

yet peace is there within that range.

The things I have are temporary—

a weight I never need to carry.

Like my thoughts, what I hold drifts away,

but my true self remains, and stays.

When I thank for the countless blessings,

Why do I need to count that are missing?

Why chase the mist of what is not,

only to miss the treasure I have got?

So every day, every sunrise,

I count the quiet pulse of my life:

that I am breathing—air is free,

and those I love breathe on with me.

And in this gentle, quiet knowing,

I feel my spirit rich and glowing.

I rise in happy, golden light,

And rest in joy through every night.