while I sing
lamenting troubles heaped.
Over and over I recall
ten thousand reasons
I have to be thankful. Bless
the Lord oh my soul I belt out
with my hands reaching -
no matter how incongruent
and ludicrous that might
be in the light of relentless catastrophe.
Maybe my gratefulness morphs
it into a eucatastrophe, a gift
in the end. I can not see the end
of this story.
Surprise me.
