God of ages past
Of the robust present
And of unknown and uncertain futures
We come before you with gratitude
For getting us through the week,
And providing opportunity for
The experience of joy.
I know I should be dead in my grave--
Or cutting my wrists--
Or planning my departure from this world--
But I'm still here,
In the land of the living,
Sipping bourbon and giving thanks.
Life throws us unexpected curve balls sometimes,
But we are still here to tell the story.
We are still here to let somebody know that
though weeping may endure for a night--
And it will endure--
She comes, riding in on a great black horse.
Joy--Sable is what I call her--
Sable comes riding in and
We are reminded that there is so much more to life than our weeping.
There is so much more to life than our depression.
There is so much more to life than our despair.
And she rides into our lives with gusto.
I'm grateful for her.
May she carry me through this uncertain season