From the deepest, darkest depths of my broken body,

I thank you.

Thank you

For the love and affection I longingly yearned

As my dog lay on the hospital bed in pain and persecution. 

My head would be impulsively 

assessing the unknown 

if it wasn’t for you and your love. 

Thank you

For the presents and purple pansies

When my mother abruptly passed.

No one else sent anything except you.

Your compassion gave me great solace.

Thank you 

For the longing laughs

After I didn’t get the job.

The barricade of intrusive thoughts 

made my mind tranquil,

It gave me a break from my jungle of a brain. 

Thank you 

For the helping hand

As I sat on the cold, bathroom tile, the pill bottle lying on the floor.

I wouldn’t be living, breathing, realizing

If it wasn’t for the care you gave. 

Now we sit here,

Pencil and paper in hand, 

And wonder how we deserve such love and compassion, 

Such support and structure.

What did I do?

But you see,

It’s exactly that.

We receive and we give,

For everything we have is through an act of 

even the simplest of compassion.

Maybe there is hope.

Maybe we still have 

even the smallest glimpse of bright light in ourselves to create a willing world once again. 

So,

From the deepest, darkest depths of my mended body,

I thank you.