This poem is my praise, A practice of the way Of manifesting the blessings That I was given today. Thanks for these fingers. Thank you for this pen. Thank you for the flow Going from stem to stem. Thanks for what I've squandered. Thanks for what I've lost. Still, you hear me ask for more. Thank you for these balls. This thank you is small Compared to my blessings today; I hope that you'll still receive My thank you anyway. -Kurtis Lunz