Blessed

All blessings come
From God and as
I feel blessed I am
A trifle nervous
About why,
I know God knows
All those slip-ups
Of mine over the years.
Strange hardly seems
To cover the situation,
The ancient Persians
Prayed to Ahura Mazda
(Not a car lot in Encinitas)
That the good they did
Would outweigh the bad,
I suppose if the scale
Tilts toward good then
The bad goes away.
But it does not happen
That way though the
Idea is comforting,
Like sweeping the dust
Under the rug.
We each are the
Amalgam of all we
Have done in life
And if we are blessed
Then perhaps the
Person sees his life
As half full rather
Than half empty.
I am content
To do my best
Though I
Realize
Better
Is simply beyond
My capacity,
Like listening to
CNN about
Children
On our
Border
Alone.
Well,
I
Can and
Will vote this
November.