No matter
how bad my life gets,
Or how
hard it is to rise from my sleep,
One thing
I’ll remember today,
Is my life’s the life to keep.
No matter
how desperate my times become,
Or how
absurd I genuinely feel,
I can know
in my heart of hearts,
I have the ability to keep it real.
No matter
the mood that comprises me,
Or the
thoughts and actions that engage,
I can
know—my soul to myself,
I cherish the fact I can
gracefully age.
No matter
how hard my days seem,
Negotiating
the tribal grind,
I will experience
the Presence of the Lord,
Whenever I open space in my mind.
No matter
how long my spirit endures,
And no
matter how ghastly my experience seems,
I can know
that my life ensures,
I still have the ability for
dreams.
No matter
how deeply depressed I get,
In this
moment it’s presently assured,
I can know
with God I’m set,
Only with God can I be cured.
Now it
comes to the starkest sense,
As I view
my life and my drive,
All my
experiences put together,
And I wonder for I am still alive.
The Simplest of Blessing
Without a shadow of a doubt I am
convinced the simplest blessing is to be simply alive. For many today that will
be harrowing and cruel, as they battle their vicious black dogs and dark nights
of their souls. We have been there, perhaps. Indeed, we may very well return.
(And we pray God gives us courage and strength to endure once more—and he will.)
In the meantime, any moment we
like we can thank God we are still alive.
We can take life back to its raw
basics, imagining complexities of affect withering into the wilderness of our convenient
amnesia, and enjoy the simplicity of breathing, of looking, of grace just to
exist.
The courage it takes to attend to a
life that is morbidly up-and-down is significant.
Those who battle with many nuances
of the black dog know very well the challenges to be thankful for being alive.
Courage is necessary; courage to fight the good fight of the faith. And in such
modalities of moral courage we learn most of all the simple things are not to
be taken for granted. The simple things, retained, are life for us; and life
abundant.
***
Nothing generates joy like being
thankful for being alive. When life is that simple, and we can know we lay in
the lap of God’s will by existing simply, life has basis to begin again—a fresh
new day.
© 2012 S. J. Wickham.
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