A Poem and Prayer at Christmas

All Things Great

I wrote this Christmas 2018. It still stands. 

And so we continue this crazy game

The prayer, as always, remains the same

In all things great, our abundance is ours

From the grains of sand to the faraway stars

From the dawn of light to the fading night

From our surrender to God to fighting the good fight

From the lows of lows to the highs of highs

From the flower in the walkway to the heavenly skies

From the love of consideration to the rage of disrespect

From the doubt and dread to the needs that are met

Our father in heaven guarding over a little girl and boy

Our prayer: our health and wealth and joy 

Yes, all things great – they belong to us

As long as we have love, alignment and trust

As long as we remember what is truly real

As long as we’re willing to deeply reveal

As long as we – even in darkness – still believe

In the sacred light … we still can perceive

As long as we process the angst, judgment and hate

Here, in harmony, we embrace all things great

So this prayer is made; the intention is set

In patience, we know God’s promises are kept

Though troubles may come and times may get tough

The Kings may lose, and the Dolphins may suck

Through mortgage mayhem and through bills that mount

It’s beauty and grace and miracles that count

The gifts of a life where we love and laugh

The high fives when we score are always a blast

The quaint walks and talks in the parks’ sunlight

The Venti hot chocolates if they ever get it right

The oatmeal and blueberries and eggs that are free

Perfect, as always and forever, our lady Hennessy

Life in and around the home on the street Berry

The work – though at times maddening – that creates legacy  

And all that is left, the splendor that is our fate

As we proclaim, in full abundance, all that is great