We hear that we must see gratitude in all things, but that is a tall order when the tide turns against us. Being grateful to the Powers that Be, when the chips are down, is near to impossible for anyone.
This thought raises the question: Does living a life of gratitude mean merely saying thank you when the sun shines, or when we receive the promotion that we have always wanted. Perhaps it entails more; it may mean saying thank you because Providence has seen us through a hard day, even if it seemed absent. It requires trust.
The Bluebell, with its lovely colors, resounds thankfulness at all times.
With sweet tunes, the bluebell sounds
With Divine Grace, it blooms,
For giving thanks, it has much room
With lifted stems, it resounds
Bearing tides of joy, the Bluebells come
Playing soft tunes of ease
All merging, with thankful thoughts, as one
In a cheerful dance, to please
Ah, with tunes of gratefulness, the bluebells peal,
For the times when rain does wet;
They know that the sun will shine yet
With rays of glorious hope that heal
Senseless woe, and sore weal.