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Writer's pictureAnu Okikiolu

Poem #353 Imperfect Days


I thank God for the imperfect days,

where I seem to

roll off the wrong side of the bed,

my coffee tastes like soap,

the sun feels too hot

and too cold at the same time,

and I end up stubbing

my pinky toe eleven times.


On the days when the tiny things

seem to threaten to choke out

the Joy God gave me,

I am learning to

praise Him through it all.


For, it is in those days,

I find myself holding on

tighter to His promises

and blessing Him for each one.

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