Give us this day

Another day when I

haven't pecked a word

or snapped a shutter.

However,

the pork chops

were excellent

and the eastern sky;

magnificent.

With just a snap

of my fingers

twelve years slipped,

and she,

who took me to

far places

and into her heart,

was gone.

If I were to blink,

would that take me

to the brink,

the dusk,

when we return

to the promised

ashes and dust,

tomorrow?

Tomorrow.

I'll make the sauce

I've made a thousand

times before.

And serve it with joy,

seasoned with sorrow,

savor the moments

however brief,

blessed by Fortune

or Savior, I say,

Give us this day,

this day.