Today is gloomy and stormy outside,
yet i woke refreshed and clear,
We all at times paint thing black or white,
forgetting the various nuances of grays that truly tell the story.
My mind sits and wonders
and today it marvels at the many good things that i have been given.
At the same time I recognize all those things as undeserved,
for i am neither good enough,
nor bad enough,
nor nor have i done anything deserving enough,
for those things that have been given tome,
yet here they are.
So what do I do?
I share as much of the good that i have been given,
in hopes it will lift up some one else.