In Appreciation...

My words, Cannon fodder, Rushed Into a no man's land, Dying china ducks, shot down And sprayed into the weeping wind; Redundant, no meaning in the face Of all your caring deeds and grace. In all This creation, How Did I survive intact If not for your sweet mercy? The culture of a loving creed; Unconditional, supported by your ministry, By all the kindness given me. No gift, Material thing, Would Settle such a debt, Incurred upon my lonely soul, Such debit I am proud to own; Remittance, I could never pay From now until my dying day. These words, Inadequate, Written By some ghosted pen, Are all I have to give to you, Mere ink and paper sentiment; In truth, a lowly platitude Of my eternal gratitude...