Gratitude

I should be grateful for every breath I take,
For all the nerves around my bones,
For every feeling ever felt,
And the sounds swallowed by my ears.

I should have the overwhelming gratitude
That would fill up my hollow heart,
To thank God for every moment,
For every blessing and every curse.

I complain that I can’t see
Without two lenses on my eyes,
But shouldn’t I really be grateful
That I have any eyes at all?
Shouldn’t I be grateful
I have memories in my mind,
All filled with color
And scenes captured by my eyes?

I should be grateful that I have two parents,
Rather than just one.
I should be grateful that I have parents,
When others have none.

I should be grateful I have a house,
Where I could sleep, eat, and live,
When others call benches home,
And forgotten roads are left to give.

I should be grateful for the ground,
And all the skies above,
The moon and the stars,
The comets, and the earth.

I should be grateful I’m a human,
And not an animal in the street.
I could have easily been the cat
That people shoo away
As they slowly eat their food,
While its stomach is left to decay.

I should be grateful
For every atom created on this Earth,
Protons and electrons,
Precisely created, made to perfection,
With an undefined amount of worth.

I should be grateful
For every aspect of life,
For each and every uncountable
Blessing in this world.

No mountain can list
All that God has created,
No sky, nor the birds that soar inside,
Not time that has lived
Throughout it all,
Because for every one you list,
Another is yet to fall.