Give It Back

I wake up grateful. Sunlight on my face. Didn't earn this

breath. Still I'm giving praise. Every open door, every seed that

grows, I remember clearly where the river flows. I've seen empty

hands turn into open palms. Found my strength and truth, not the sound

of applause. I'm blessed with more than I can hold. So I pass

it on, let the story be told. What I give comes back somehow.

Abundance moves in a given vow. I stand upright, heart intact. I gain even

more when I give it back. I don't play small, but I don't