How many breaths have I trapped short and shallow,
side-stepping this moment that will never come again?
How many days have I cursed cloud cover,
not praising the light of day and the miracle of waking to see it?
How many bites of food have crossed my lips without thanking
those who labored over it so I may so easily ease my hunger?
How many mornings have I bemoaned my body,
not praising it for being so diligent, powerful, and pain-free?
How many times have I taken you for granted,
picking at small grievances instead of relishing in your gaze?
How many days have I forgotten how to be happy, how to sing,
how to wonder at the beauty in this precious world?
How might I correct my days?
How might I remedy my ways?
Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me
May I be grateful, grateful, grateful
Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me
May I be grateful, grateful, grateful