Gratitudes

I save my gratitudes

for the final evening ritual

when all the lights are out –

approach the mantle altar

where six votive candles flicker

on their wicks.

I pause, stand before them,

these lingering spirits of the night

worthy of all praise,

ambassadors of the angels

and saints.

I gently inhale,

a prayerful breath –

hold it, my hand to my chest,

and with a puff

exhale –

a name, a word

who and what I love

and always,

affirming trust.

© Janet Lucy, 11/18/ 25