Each Day the Same, I Pray

Just as every single human alive,

I have grown to form my beliefs.

Those views, I am relatively sure,

may differ from yours in varying

degrees; some quite likely are the

same. Miracles come and go for

nearly everyone. For some, inclu-

ing me, miracles are not necessa-

rily a religious thing, but a random

fortuitous happening. Many of us,

believers or not, will admit, it’s a

bloody miracle that we are alive.

I contend, and both science and

religion will bear this out, that the

Universe is fair and square with

everyone and everything when it

comes to a beginning and an end.

We are born and so it shall be that

in time we shall eventually die. And

given those parameters, simply sta-

ted as they may be, I say a little pray-

er to the portion of universe which

each day dwells inside of me —a good

day, a safe day, a loving day, I pray.

And for the most part, given all the

miracles and mistakes, this has ser-

ved me well for some 72-years. Now

that I have reached my twilight years,

having been born and now facing the

rapidly approaching and inevitable end,

I add this simple request to my daily

prayer—One more miracle, I pray…

that today remains mostly the same

for me as it was yesterday. And I am

tickled pink to report to all of you who

remain—So far, so good.

Chris Hanch 10-17-19