Every night, for all my life,
I have prayed the same prayer:

           "God is great,
              God is good,
               let us thank Him
                for our food."

A prayer so short
and childish,
but powerful
and beautiful.

Several people have asked me why
I still pray that very same prayer:

            "God is great,
              God is good,
               let us thank Him
                for our food."

A prayer so short
and childish,
but powerful
and beautiful.

The answer is, I can't give an answer,
I just know that:

            "God is great,
              God is good,
               let us thank Him
                for our food."

Amen.

Dig in.

Ive grown so much stronger though... I can feel the strength appear, my confidence in a complete crowd. I aim to feel different, hopeful. I breathe in, I breathe out. I can feel the change... And ****.

*it feels good

her rigorous objections
are herded slowly down the sheep trail
by studious pencil thin men with stylish mustache's
who have deep pocket pickers for friends
they gather round the weak willed and the willing alike
looking for cheap thrills and spare change
everybody needs a new road
when the old one seems to never end

but she with eyes cast down
mumbles her unappeased desires
as she shuffles a little closer to the truth as she sees it
she has it all written out in secret languages
she has books filled with life's coded thoughts as she see's them
barn burners and dare devils grace the cover of her latest creation
self titled to her own romantic name
she is stylized in her own way
so she adores the pencil thin men
with their dashing devil may care good looks

i wrote her a letter yesterday
full of stories from the great highway
full of chipper go getters and the glum go gotten
she is a forever stone on a necklace
she is a moonstone on a bracelet
she is graceful when it counts and
thats more than enough for me

the pencil thin moustache men
come to conquer the all night diners
in the small shoreline towns
but slink away in dawns first light
with stolen smiles and borrowed kisses
that they promise profusely to return tomorrow
but never do
such is the romantic night by her side
such is the wonder-wheel days of our
journey on the great highway

Im not so poetic
Seem to trip up on my words
They came stumbling down the stairs,
And-- up and out the door
Landed right at your feet
Delivered so pathetically
But that's no rare thing
Your presence, it what you do to me

Made you (one) crack a smile
So you stayed for a while
And (two) sentences later I was staring back at the ground
So you (three) held my hand
And I finally I understand . . .

That you just ask me to be me, (four)
And nothing more

I used to dream
of being a great man
a heroic man
the kind that songs are sung of
stories are written of

The kind of man that leads people to victory
that sacrifices for the greater good
noble, honourable and courageous

But I realise now;
I am none of that - but;
I am a content man,
I am a happy man
In the end, I think I prefer to be happy
I think...

For everything has its own start
That change has its own beginning
It is when everyone took part,
And unity's no longer missing

Indeed nothing is impossible
Almost anything can happen
Even in our minds so fallible,
Our thoughts with problems so laden

Such inevitability
Confided with misconceptions
But change is an ability
All are provided with options

Now to all those who are asking,
Yes, change is linked with everything
Today can be the beginning-
The beginning of everything.

Being great
it's something I never think about
some people aren't meant to be great
some people are
that's just the way things go
but what if that wasn't true
what if greatness didn't actually
come to those who wait
but rather those who wanted to be great
who strived to be great
hell! who needed to be great
what if greatness wasn't reserved for the lucky few
but rather the deserving few
what if we sell ourselves short
before we even get to the cashier
what if our potential isn't something
that should be constantly ignored
pushed away to make others feel comfortable
what if
I think it's better to not ask those questions
but rather to put your head down
ignore everyone's advice
and do what makes you happy

greatness it turns out is just a caveat