Will I Be Friends With My Mind?

Blessed are You,
Lord our God,
King of the Universe,
for my mind.
I’d rather curse You for it,
but that wouldn’t fit my poem.
My mind is prone to operating
with one wheel in the ditch.
Sleep is my drug of choice,
sweet relief from my mind.

Blessed are You
for meeting me in my mind,
proving once again
that You have a taste
for dinner with a sinner.
Because of Your audacity,
I consider making amends
with my mind.
Maybe we can get along
despite everything.

Blessed are You,
Lord our God,
King of the Universe,
for my mind—
filing cabinets of facts,
drawers in disarray,
windrows of worries,
and stacks of stories.
If it were empty
I would cease to exist.
So, thank You for the mess
and the miracle
that is my mind.