Now I lay me down to sleep...

A shout-out; a praise.
Another day to be lived;
Lived richly if so chosen.
Invisible sand
slipping through pinched glass.
Twenty-two or eighty?
Control is beyond you;
neither invincible nor immune.

A gift so precious

we often view as an entitlement.
Treasure it; be thankful.
Praise Him.
To see another rising sun
is a blessing and nothing less.
With thankfulness give praise.
Forget not your vulnerability.
Remember to sing praises,
for you are seeing another day.

"This is the day the LORD has made;

let us rejoice and be glad in it."

{Psalm 118:24}