Thank You, Lord, for children— little humans, full of life— laughing, jumping, singing, running; little robbers, demanding money, time, energy, patience; still, little diamonds, worth the cost— their words, their smiles, their hands, their hugs! small, magnificent treasures, lost in the quest for jobs, houses, clothes, cars; little children— made by God— whom Jesus never […]Read more "Thanksgiving: Children"
You gave the chance to fly— silver canvas street, and I, thrilled to join the fleet, steered my car on to the sky. Father, thank You for rainy commutes. –Read more "Thanksgiving: Rainy Commutes"
Father, thank You for the pain— a gentle honesty that holds the body in useless stillness to say, Any strength we have is given. Father, thank You for the sorrow— an earnest loyalty that rends the heart with throbbing losses to say, The only home we have is Heaven. –Read more "Thanksgiving: Pain"
My friends from every age— I may not know their faces, but I have met their souls in frozen, concrete traces— inscriptions on a page. Father, thank You for writers. –Read more "Thanksgiving: Writers"
Father, thank you for work— the everyday tasks that fill our hands— more satisfying than pleasures bought with stolen time. –Read more "Thanksgiving: Work"
When man first came to be and watched from out the windows of his eyes the shifting world about he saw the shine of sunlight on the waves and perceived, invisible, the rushing brush that bowed the trees, he knew the richness of his world and loved it. – When man first turned his mind […]Read more "The Glasses"
The world is wide, and all its wonders, calling— mountains and castles and streams. But I am tired, and all my heart-steps, craving— not mountains, not castles—but home. Thank you, Lord, for home. –Read more "Thanksgiving: Home"