O!

What a Joy,
to feel Appreciation.

To have known,
and experienced,
human hell.

A sadness great,
in a lonely cell.

Extreme conditions,
and no comfort at all,
crying for God,
yet deeper we go.

I have tasted,
both sides,
of the coin.

The sour,
and the sweet.

Rich in pleasure,
poor in hope.

O! But now . .
A gift indeed hell is,
for what I have,
will not be taken for granted.

I can love deeper,
I can give more,
I can serve with pleasure,
I can find joy in the small things,
I can do well with few things,
I can be alone in sweet solitude,
I can feel gratitude like never before,
I can appreciate . . .

Truly appreciate . . .
Everything.