Morning Prayer Poem by Nelson Vincent

Dear God,


I give thanks for EVERYTHING
bad, good except NO THING
They say,
A child who shows appreciation today
For a deed done yesterday
Worths another someday


This day is a new child
As I go in it
Help my gentle mild
soul sway happily
Not in the hands of Osun, Oya or any Chi
Do I rest my head
But in your broad big hand

The ground I step may have a thorn
From it Lord, strong make my feet


Disease in air makes it air-borne
May I breathe no sort of it

My eyes may see glory and gun
The joy of the gun is six-feet
Far from me I plead


The journey of no return is a long one
May I not embark on it...