Get Going


To that beleaguering whine of ingratitude I hear

emanating from mine own ear,

an echo in the place between my crown and spine

what says, “I cannot go”: to you I say, resign.

I bought the ticket, I will go,

hauling out my introverted self in tow.

Jesus, really,

I am thankful to the ones who love me

such that with delight

myself they to the party

do invite.

And so I shall arrive in peace of mind

and in a hearty disposition, singin’ praise

of fellowship and these lucky days

enfolding me in graces

which were before, to me, unknown

when blessings I’d not counted,

nor smiling faces,

and in such made myself alone.




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