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by Allison McKenzie 

God bless everyone I’ve never met, the utter failures especially.

God bless those who feel alone 

Who can’t trust

Who are so full of rust in their lungs

That they choke before they breathe.

God bless the rape victims 

And middle-class white man 

Both watching the same news and wishing the same resolve.

God bless the homeless writer 

And those writing about the homeless.

Bless the gullible among us, who fall for trojan horses

And the wits that understand their own strength

And restrain it.

God bless people who worship

On the pulpit with the snakes

Or kneel before their own fates.

Sleepless days

Sleepless nights

Those who should have died from their own fear

But found a light.

And now see each ticking second on the clock 

As another form of hope.

Bless those who trash bedside alarm clocks 

And cut their callused fists on rocks 

From being angry or perhaps, 

so damn unsatisfied. 

Who could ever blame them.

God bless those who are unsatisfied, 

With being superior

With better than their best

Because fuck it, the human race was meant to shine,

To not be ok with the un-extraordinary

God bless wine drinkers 

And recovering alcoholics 

Because it takes as much strength to admit you are hurting 

As it does to spill waves of plush Rose,

Laughing with a friend you finally called.

God bless people who think about gardening 

And actually do it,

Growing something beautiful from the dearness of nature.

And bless the weary, who are unavailable for comment

But are really, really good at listening.

God bless the people who act as if they’ve been struck by lightning 

And still treat each day as a blessing.

The single mothers

Who still go out of their way 

For Saturday cinnamon pancakes 

And the father who is trying to make it right.

Lepers, prostitutes, assholes.

If you love me, broken stranger,

I will do the same.

Without condition, without throwing stones.

That’s what God would have wanted, 

Isn’t it?