Sin of Ingratitude

The original sin of ingratitude
still reigns as strong today.
The poorest person sleeps
beneath clusters of diamonds
in the midnight sky
days filled with rainbows
trills of birds that fill the air.

How ungrateful we can be
with nary a “thank-you”
always whining for more
we wear our ingratitude
like a victim’s cloak.
Today I will be grateful
for my life abundant
for God’s consistent love
for the good life
I take for granted.

Thank-you, Lord
please forgive my ingratitude
may I always be grateful
for Your love and guidance.

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