Grateful for the bitterness and gloom
Through bright days and dark nights
When leaves fall and trees are bare
Remembrances of despair and venom
Knowing that cynicism is painful
Hurt that rekindling of bygone brings
How would I appreciate the goodness
If I didn’t know the bad in life
The good things that are in store
And the treasure that lies in hope
Where the future is like the sunrise
That burns all the disgrace amassed
There would never be the best of me
Had I not known the demons I overcome
QUOTIDIAN BLESSING 