More than Just Simple Blessings by Christian Betancourt
Life is truly a blessing
A gift from above
From the man upstairs
That holds us dear
He gives us daylight
And give us seasons
The cold breezy nights of winter
The warm rays of the summer
The leafless days of the fall
Along with clear blue skies
From the moment our eyes unfold.
The moment our lungs inhale fresh air.
To the beating of our stable hearts
To every bodily part and organ
Every finger or arm
That seem to function adequately
Functioning from dusk to dawn
Yet we often take for granted.
I am not blind,
To the reality that
Not everyone posses these abilities.
Not all men carry gold and wear fur
Nor drive luxurious rides
Nor live coastside near the shore
Not all men are immune to every disease.
But look closer and within,
Past your own notions,
And past what is vacant in your life.
I assure you,
For there is always something to be grateful for,
What one may have,
Another may not.
Let us not erase this truth from our minds.
Technology and society among
Other things and activities
Distract us often
They blind fold us
From seeing these blessings we hold
We've become like slaves
To these materialistic objects
And this materialistic culture.
As we lust over the next fancy phone
Over the new-year-model convertible
Over top designer pair of sneakers
Over emulating actors and models
That we forget
We are fine
Right where we are.
So give thanks
Give thanks at all times
You are blessed
There are blessings all around you
Our days could be gloomier
Our skies could be darker
Our bodies less mobile
Yet we are not
Do not forget this.
As you open your eyes
As you rise up to stretch your muscles
Out of our bed.
As you take in another breathe of fresh air.
And as long as your heart continues to beat promptly
Then you are alive.
So give thanks and embrace life.
For it is a blessing.
One that must be cherished.