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