“Lucky to be alive,” can oft’ be heard
in the whispers surrounding one whom
trauma or disease, accident or disaster
has befallen. Upon surviving
such misfortune or malaise, it is
spoken with conviction.
”Lucky to be alive!” they say.
Such circumstances
give cause for
reflection and gratitude,
or perhaps
a fleeting understanding
of the delicate strand
by which all
dangles precariously.
“Lucky to be alive!”
is proclaimed loudly
to survivor, and hero…
Yet isn’t it so, for one and all,
from mountains majestic,
to a grain on the shore,
each breath and thought,
through battles fought,
each win or loss,
and through remorse,
is “lucky.”
Each sunrise, a second chance…
Let us be thankful,
as sweet breath gives us life.
Let us be thankful
through challenge and strife.
Let us be thankful
during tasks mundane,
when the sun is shining,
as when God sends the rain.
Let us whisper from within
with certainty and grace,
“lucky to be alive,”
in this moment, in this space.