A Poem for Today.

On the way home last night I put $3.00 a gallon gas in my tank,
But after I filled up there was still money in the bank.
When I got home my refrigerator was running and cold,
It was full of food, and none of it was spoiled or old.
My house needs repairs. Its small and cramped, but its home…
..but I’m not in Iraq, and I’m not staying in the Astrodome.
My family is my life. Today they are all where they are supposed to be.
They are at school and work, and that is a comfort to me.
The Gulf Coast is a disaster, and the world is at war.
But there is peace and safety outside of my door.
My house is standing and dry, not even my dog is wet.
And if I could talk to you yours is too I’d be willing to bet.
My multiple vehicles run and are dry. There are no looters are at my door.
When I bought bread last night there was plenty on the shelf and no looters at the store.
This morning my closet had various clothes from which to choose.
I didn’t have to go wading outside without any shoes.
Payday is on Fridays. Any day this week I can go to my bank.
I can write checks and make deposits. Who should I thank?
Sunday I can go to an almost new church building. My faith is intact.
My future looks pretty good. It doesn’t look black.
When I walked through the neighborhood and said “hi” to neighbors last night.
It was comforting to know we weren’t all in flight.
There are no dead bodies in my attic…none on my lawn and none on the street.
I don’t see or smell things rotting and decaying in the heat.

Who should I thank for these blessings of mine?
Why is it today in my life the sun seems to shine?
Should I take comfort in the fact that its “them” and not me?
Do I deserve comfort? Its that how its to be?
Where do I go? Who should I see
To find out why this happens to “them” and not me?


Don't know who to give credit but pretty good