Black Poetry : I Thank God (Maybe, not often Enough)

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I Thank God
(Maybe not often Enough).


As I drive to work
Or walk the dog
I think of “you and I”
And wonder at it all
…the life we’re building
From jagged paths and twisted turns
Through the “everyday survival” of our daily concerns

I think about a past life
Where I would often yearn
For something more…a life I felt I’d earned
Something WHOLE
…Filled with fantasies, and smiles

Not just once in a while.

I thank God
Though, not often enough
For showing me I’m worthy
…of your love and trust
Even when circumstances are rigid
…and rough

You see me through them.

I thank God
Maybe, not often enough
For tapping me in midnight’s sleep
Strengthening…and encouraging me to weep
To email a friend
Take us back to where true love began

When things were simple, and love was true
And my heart would jostle with thoughts of you

Have I told you that you saved me?
From my fears of loneliness
Past years of aloneness, I guess
…Molded and conditioned
By past fears of
Inadequacies
…and incompleteness
Questioning what I have to give
While giving all of me
‘til unqualified success
And unrestrained love
Assaulted me

Now…I’m blessed

Even through winter’s gray
You held life’s miseries at bay
And I just want to say

I thank God for you
(Though, not often enough)
 
I Thank God
(Maybe not often Enough).


As I drive to work
Or walk the dog
I think of “you and I”
And wonder at it all
…the life we’re building
From jagged paths and twisted turns
Through the “everyday survival” of our daily concerns

I think about a past life
Where I would often yearn
For something more…a life I felt I’d earned
Something WHOLE
…Filled with fantasies, and smiles

Not just once in a while.

I thank God
Though, not often enough
For showing me I’m worthy
…of your love and trust
Even when circumstances are rigid
…and rough

You see me through them.

I thank God
Maybe, not often enough
For tapping me in midnight’s sleep
Strengthening…and encouraging me to weep
To email a friend
Take us back to where true love began

When things were simple, and love was true
And my heart would jostle with thoughts of you

Have I told you that you saved me?
From my fears of loneliness
Past years of aloneness, I guess
…Molded and conditioned
By past fears of
Inadequacies
…and incompleteness
Questioning what I have to give
While giving all of me
‘til unqualified success
And unrestrained love
Assaulted me

Now…I’m blessed

Even through winter’s gray
You held life’s miseries at bay
And I just want to say

I thank God for you
(Though, not often enough)

Thanks for this reminder who we should truly give our props to in 2017!
 

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