Notice the work of others
and speak appreciation for them
and for those whose work you never witness
even though their work makes your work
and your living easier and better.
Notice the way the wind
plays across the fields or streets
and the particular way dried leaves
meet in the places that are shielded somewhat,
eddies in the air that swish and swirl,
curling the shifting pile.
Notice the ones who smile at you,
whether because they know you and like you
or just because it is the way they greet the world,
a lifting of light shining from heart to face
and into the lonelier places around them.
Notice the work of your hands;
judge it where it stands
and not for the counting of coins or cost
but for the way it plays into the shaping of things,
the good it brings to others
and the way it speaks of you beyond your own thoughts.
Notice the small ways of the world,
how kindness smooths the harsh edges
of life lived in uncaring places,
how faces reflect the unseen things of care,
how a gentle touch can speak much more than is shared.
Notice all this and more
and in some quiet moment—
taken in purpose and made for meaning—
give thanks for all that is good,
forgive all that is pain,
that even a cup of cold water given in His name
will surely have its reward.