My friend, Janet Cook, made it a practice to write one gratitude poem a day for Advent. The poem below is a sample.

Grateful to Hear a Friend’s Sermon

From the pulpit, questions wise:

Whose are you? Please advise.

Fearful that my account is in the red

busily busy to avoid the dread

of knowing that there is more to do

as out-of-control checklist items accrue.

For Human Doings, there’s no end in sight,

stifling the present, dimming the light.

So stop to breathe – full, deep, and freeing.

The Spirit lives in a Human (just) Being.

                                                                         Janet Cook