Life is a gift, meant to be treasured,
not one given to be wasted,
not one to be treated frivolously.
Each breath taken . . . each beat of the heart,
a rhythmic symphony of life-giving feats –
each day a joyful worship of praise lifted up,
each life special and unique in its own way,
each with its own memorable journey
full of trials and celebrations to be embraced.
So, who am I to whine or moan or complain
when events do not go as expected,
when my plans go awry.
If I wake up on the right side of the grass,
it is a day to give thanks and serve –
another day to set my feet firmly,
another day to make a difference,
another day to fight the good fight.
For in the end, no matter my station or plight,
I offer this prayer . . . please, grant me another day.