Random Thanks

I had almost an urge to say my prayers,

except, having nothing to pray to,

got up instead to write this.

Whence came the urge?— It was based in luck,

or Providence, perhaps; anyway, a good day,

a day that required, as I went to bed,

I be thankful for; and I was, and am. 

But to what? To whom?

No prayers to say, nor nothing to,

it’s a funny feeling, embarrassing

almost: satisfied, and steadier.