This morning I will think of my friend and be grateful
for his kind heart and gentle spirit.
I will remember the one who holds a grudge and
refuses to look my way.
I will think of the man on the bicycle collecting
cans for coins to buy breakfast.
I will picture my neighbor as she drives away to
see the cancer doctor once again.
And I will look in the mirror and see them all
in myself. We are made of the same stardust.
We are each other.
Shining Spirit 
I am glad you are part of me.