
by Kevin Desabelle on March 25, 2013
For the waking on the right side of the bed
For the sense of wonder that remains in our head
For breathable air in this suburban morn
For the life of the living every day reborn
For ever-sufficient loads on the backs of men
For relief from burdens every now and then
For the humble, quiet love of simple folk
For the joy that lingers long after the joke
For failure of memory when we’d rather forget
For perils we’re fortunate to have never met
For notes to be grateful in the thick of day
For cues to the eternal in the temporal way
For terrible grace toward unspeakable wrong
For crosses that slay us yet show us we belong
For other things you let us love for love of you
For loving us still when we don’t love you too
For blessings overlooked and those that surprise
For hard lessons that couldn’t be learned otherwise
For strokes of comfort to broken, grieving hearts
For hope and hanging on until heaven starts
For Good News in all ways good and new all the time:
Praises that sometimes don’t but sometimes rhyme