Let me ask an unusual thing:
Bless the people
with their cranky pants on this morning.
The ones who got off
on the wrong foot today.
Who woke up
on the wrong side of the bed.
Show them that each moment
spawns another choice.
That there is no great abacus in the sky
meting out glitches.
Nudge them toward knowing You can always,
hitch up the sail and turn the ship's wheel,
and set course for the serene blue horizon.
Help me too, to keep in mind
it's their bad day, not mine.
Steer me toward my own crystal morn.