Don´t blame

Don´t blame!

You almost blame god.
But you stop yourself,
knowing even the capacity to feel is a priviledge.
Sweet chances are breakable sometimes fragile.
You never blame god even when it´s futile.

Lost I´ve been few would recognise,
tangible world,
Though I wander the poet´s eye.
Grand mornings beckon, I nurse my chin.
I start preparing in my pen and paper kitchen.
How much has god done for me?
Everything.