However innocent your life may have been, no Christian ought to venture to die in any other state than that of the penitent. — Saint Augustine
I wish to state emphatically
That Augustine was wrong.
May Christ forgive him for his sin.
May Christ forgive me for mine as well.
But on my deathbed, if in my bed I pass,
I pray that my last moments will be spent
In praise for all the time I’ve had.
Thank you, God, for every breath within my lungs.
Thanks for being by my side with every step,
Along every road I ambled… the times I fell
You picked me up again and sent me on to fall again.
Thank you for the lips I’ve kissed, the wine I drank
With all my blemished friends.
I thank you for the bed in which I lie, the sheets,
The pillow at my head, my hands and feet.
I thank you for the entire ride….
For the ocean breezes, the mountain views,
Whatever inner vision I was blessed to see and use,
My daughters that I love so dearly.
I give thanks for Brother Sun and Sister Moon,
For every love that’s opened up my broken heart,
For mistakes that I’ve made that have humbled me,
For colds and flues and hospital staff.
I thank you for the towns in which I’ve lived,
Communities of friends, teachers, neighbors,
Aunts, uncles, cousins, sister, mother, father,
All those who loved me and taught me how to walk.
Thank you for a lifetime of education.
Thank you for my shallow thoughts and for my voice.
I would not take back one second, not even
Lies I’ve told or hearts I’ve broken, for I have learned
Regret is wasted, as is the thought I stand alone.
I love the path that has brought me to this place and time.
Thank you for my home, a world of nations and a universe of stars.
Thank you for the times I’ve had, my chance to freely take a stand,
To be a part of helping others with their lives.
Along with Augustine, I do confess no innocence.
I offer no apology but raise my arms in joy and praise….
Thank you, Lord, thank you for everything, for every single day.