Thank You
On an old wooden table my elbows do rest
As my folded palms touch my head
I breath in, I breath out
And mutter soft words through my breath
“Oh Lord, do grant me strength”
“Oh Lord, do grant me peace”
I rise my head, unfold my hands
And I look at the room around me
“And Lord, thank you”
“Thank you for the air in my lungs”
“Thank you for the food on my table”
“Thank you for the life I have to live”
Without notice, I am now on my feet
The tears roll down my cheek
Like the wax from the candle that lights my small shack
“Thank you Lord, for all you have given me”
Written - 9/4/2023
