Let's Look For Our Blessings
Published on January 23, 2009 By KFC Kickin For Christ In Misc

  BY MITCH ALBOM

                          FREE PRESS COLUMNIST

              Every day I have less - In my bank account.

             Every day I grow scared - As my losses mount.

           Every day there is less - To the house that I own

            And the equity in it - Like the wind, has blown.

               Every day I see less - On my bottom line.

          Every day something worsens - That used to be fine.

           Every day in my family - There's worry and stress.

          Where we once dreamed of more - We now do with less.

            Every day I hear stories - Of a company's worth

               Sinking to levels - From before my birth.

          And places I shopped - Are now closing their doors..

           Big firms I grew up with - Are big firms no more.

           Every day I have less -Of a once strong sensation

         That the leaders we choose - Are good for our nation.

             Every day I think less - Of a boss I respected

           Who parachutes out - With his own butt protected.

              Every day I see less - Of the country I knew

        Of the dreams we encouraged - Under red, white and blue.

             Instead I see signs - Of foreclosure and sale

             And people afraid - Of what comes in the mail.

           I see layoffs and cutbacks - No help for the needy

           As billions are given - To the powered and greedy.

           And this news, it is endless - It burrows so deep.

             It shadows my waking - It's haunting my sleep.

            Yet every day I have less - I cannot ignore it.

            Something grows clearer - That wasn't before it.

            If I still have a job - I am luckier than some.

           If I still have my house - It is better than none.

         If I still have my wits - There are mouths I can feed.

            If I still have my family - What more do I need?

          If I still have my health - I am mercifully blessed.

              If I think I have little - Someone has less.

                Every day I discover - More mercy in me.

          Every day I find out - Who my true friends will be.

          Every day that I stumble - Or say, "I can't do it!"

       Is a day I discover - With God's grace, I get through it.

            So I learn a new lesson - If I keep a new score

         That every day I have less - May be a day I have more.

 
 
 
 



Comments
on Jan 23, 2009

Every day that I stumble - Or say, "I can't do it!"

       Is a day I discover - With God's grace, I get through it.

            So I learn a new lesson - If I keep a new score

         That every day I have less - May be a day I have more.

Aren't these the very reason to have hope? 

 
on Jan 24, 2009

Aren't these the very reason to have hope?

yes, how depressing it would be with no hope. 

LW

your poem reminded me of what's happening down here.  Two priests were just arrested this past week for scamming their parishes out of possibly millions of dollars over many many years.  One of them used the money to finance a woman and to pay for her child's tuition.  I think one of them is 81 years old.   Makes one wonder if he ever did believe in Christ to begin with. 

oh the lure of money. 

on Jan 24, 2009

A nice poem and thanks for posting it. Maybe the glass really is half full after all.