Thursday, November 24, 2005

Thanksgiving

It's something we all share
Whether we realize it or not
Every man, woman, child
The poor, the sick, the afflicted
The wise, the blessed, the successful
The wicked, the proud, the ignorant
The peaceful, the merry, the giving
The slothful, the melancholy, the angry
The loving, the willing, the wealthy
Any soul that has breathed this earth's sweet air

That
Is a debt of gratitude
To Him we owe
If a man could see what is potentially his
He would gladly suffer the worst this world has to offer
This wonderful plan
Has only our eternal happiness in mind
Truly all
The good, the bad, the indifferent
Is a gift from God


Cerra Hawkins

1 comment:

Pablote said...

Good poem, Cerra!

(Well, someone had to say it, right?)

It's hard finding things that rhyme with "Thanksgiving," though...Umm...Spanksgiving? Pranksgiving?

Yeah...