A Sunday Doxology
Praise God for all things.
All things, God?
Barren trees with branches blown
down haphazard on dirty snow?
Skies of grey upon grey upon grey?
Leftovers for lunch and supper
and supper again?
Renovation dust populating
every. single. surface?
Cold hands, dry skin, tired eyes?
Relentless wind
and unanswered prayer?
It’s easy to praise you for every
blessing that feels like a blessing —
retune my heart to praise you
for all the things that don’t.
Charis D Crandall 