I caught myself tonight
in a fit of ungratefulness.
Not the worst thing in the world,
but pretty loathsome, I imagine,
to our Creator.

I noticed I missed an answered prayer.
And another right after that.
My God, I wondered to myself,
if I missed those...
how many others could
I have had?

The moral is easy,
I share it here for both you,
and myself.
Be ever thankful for every breath,
every moment,
just because it
isn't spent
in hell.