Lord, I Woke Up Happy

Lord, I woke up happy, this morning.
You’d know why.  (I don’t.)  Alive
with an intermittent ache in my heart,
and hope in my aging breath.

Grateful for a cupful of another day,
maybe more learning.  When my
mind catches fire, You put it there.
Thank You, for sometimes letting me

make pretty things.  You know, I don’t
see You, looking up; nor down, nor
anywhere.  I feel You everywhere, all
around.  Happy, to see this gray winter

sky; beneath it, all the way to the ground,
all my air.  This morning, Lord, I woke
up wealthy:  everything mine, all
absences drawn meticulously and

mysteriously into a delicate circle of
presence.  I don’t need saving, Lord.
I’m already free.  Grateful.  Happy.
Beyond measure, I am free.