Thank Heaven for my Onion!

I was running through the city,
with wings tightly on my back,

I was oh, in such a hurry,

Thinking'bout what I lacked.

A stone passed by, just below,

my perfectly sound sole;

but I sped on, having drawn,

the longer stick or pole.

I stopped myself, barely then,

and looked down at my feet.

among the mud and grime of life,

the brown and greenish peat.

I knelt in air above what was,

a possible demise,
and realized then how close it was

I had nearly passed it by.

the tugging at my wrist was one,

my heart almost the same

Thank heaven for my Onion,

And thank heaven for my Shame.

I know this one is kind of strange, but I drew a picture to maybe further your understanding. I realized how many times in life I take diety for granted. I often realize close calls but how often do I just attribute it to luck, mere chance, or even worse...my own talent. It is this poem that illustrates my gratitude for all of the tiny things in life that I often don't realize. The man in this poem has a full set of wings, but it is for his little floating onion that has saved him from disaster, that he is Grateful. Another thing that I have realized that I am extremely grateful for in the last little while is my guilt or shame. What kind of person would I be if I never had the motivation or drive to do something better or feel bad when I had genuinely done something wrong?