On Gratitude

In which the Talking Heads are my muse

This is my beautiful house
This is my beautiful wife
We weren't grateful enough before
Then the unimaginable
Died and reborn in the same life
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Not a day goes by that gratitude is not on my lips
I left the only home I knew
For a different part of the world
For the land of my youthful dreams
Moss-covered days in a rented house
Rain-drenched nights
Sleep getting closer as I name every person
That makes me feel love a thousand times
Home wraps me up like a warm blanket
Like the arms of the most unlikely angel
I breathe in life and exhale exaltation
As I pedal in my raincoat
Fill pots with dirt
Taste the spices of life
And then I ask myself
How did I get here?