I wake today in the warmth of a
soft bed, one room removed
from choices in a pantry of plenty.
At my fingertips, water waits,
the light switch promises to
remove darkness, and I am
conscious of the quiet hum
of the furnace that wraps me
in warmth on this
cold morning.
A rack of shirts, two rows
of shoes, five electronic
devices that link me instantly
to the world. Either of my
cars can take me anywhere
I want to go.
By all counts, I live in palatial plenty.
How can I not be thankful?
How can I avoid the
obvious?
Shining Spirit 
You can’t avoid the obvious and neither can I.