If you, O Lord, are not awfully disappointed
that now I will not be able to solve
the financial problems of my congregation
and build several houses for the poor in Honduras
with the generous donation from my winnings
I had every intention of making had I won
(after, of course, taking care of my family and friends,
paying off the mortgage and the plastic
and buying a vacation house and a Mercedes,
silver if they have it),
then I suppose I’ll be fine too.
I’ll get over it, even ‘though
the thought of all the good I could have done with that money
is hard to let go of,
even ‘though you could have used me
and my millions to make a difference.
Oh well. I will not stop dreaming of doing good.
I have my numbers picked for when the jackpot gets big again.
Bless them. There’s so much I want.
To do, I mean.
For you, of course.