1 I will give thanks to the Lord with my whole heart;
   I will tell of all your wonderful deeds.

2 I will be glad and exult in you;
   I will sing praise to your name, O Most High.

This is HP at his best. His heart is filled with gratitude. He understands that all of life is gift. He knows that he did not create himself and that he is powerless to sustain life on his own.

Every breath that I breathe, the beating of my heart, the blood coursing through the veins in my body, spring, summer, fall and winter, the wind that scatters seed on the earth, the unstinting life-giving power of the sun, the nourishment of the earth and the faithful provision of rain, the birth of every child, the love I experience every day… it is all gift. I live in the midst of undeniable abundance, a world HP calls a world of “wonderful deeds.”

The only appropriate response to the giftedness of life is to “be glad and exult” in the source of all this beauty and sustenance. I fulfill my true calling as a human being when I “sing praise to “ the “Most High” who gives the gift of life without fail. I am most truly and deeply human when I stop to give thanks.

Tragically, too often, my vision falls far short of the powerful seeing that HP has in the opening verses of this poem. Like HP, I fall again and again into the illusion of scarcity. My senses become numb; I fail to see the true nature of life and to trust in the reliable goodness of creation.

What helps me to see from abundance? What practices keep my heart open to gratitude? Lord, help me to view life from the perspective of abundance and to see always that signs of goodness, beauty and truth are everywhere present.