Breathing

Yesterday's breaths

Are gifts I've forgotten

While looking for today's allotment

And finding that what

I thought was my due

Is yet another grace 

From you.

It's your breath in my lungs

That I spent like petty cash.

These borrowed diamonds

I squirreled away

Were gifts from your generous hand.

But do you delight in giving

When greedy lungs forget to give thanks?

Do you desire to relieve labor

When requests turn into demands? 

Or do you withhold as we panic

Fearing you a capricious god? 

No, Heaven's bank verily bursts

With the reimbursement

For my careless spending,

As all my breaths are numbered

Against Christ, breathing on my behalf.

He forever payed all I hoarded,

Ten thousand more than I took

Now spent unto his father instead.

So should God give me more today,

Even more to this rebel ingrate, 

May I rejoice that there's enough for me

And there was yesterday too.

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