First World Confession

Dear God, I confess

That earlier this week

When I forgot

To turn my thermostat

Down from its daytime temperature

To the colder level of the night

It was much easier

To leave my blankets,

Stand, and start the day.

Forgive me

Not because my human frame

Takes comfort in more clement air

And layer upon layer

Of cotton, wool, and nylon,

Nor because my weary mind

One evening left one task undone

Despite its firm belief.

No, forgive me,

Gracious God,

For my poverty of heart this day

That is not matched by poverty of wealth.

Move me to give

So that another may arise

From a bed as warm as mine

Into a home as warm as mine.


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