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Click hereLord, 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.
"Grateful for a cupful of another day" and I am to you for an uplifting poem.