On Thanksgiving
"When we put our problems in God's hands;
He puts his peace in our hearts."
Inspired by The Gospel According to John 16:33
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I had come home,
it had been seven long, long years;
and with a heavy cloak of grief I just roam,
but as thanksgiving nears . . .
broken- I must move back to live with mom and dad,
for my baby and husband are dead and I am shattered sad;
and with life and God I am mad,
but love awaits.
On Thanksgiving,
love removed my dark cloak of grief;
as family pressed me to their hearts in giving,
no longer was I, a drifting leaf . . .
I had found my refuge, and that the day was not about food,
and I suddenly knew to heal- God, I must include;
so, on that Thanksgiving I was renewed,
and embraced love.
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October 26, 2019
Poetry/Free Verse/On Thanksgiving
Copyright Protected ID, 10-1308-298-26
All Rights Reserved, 2019, Constance
Submitted to the Blog Challenge, Seasonal Poem
sponsor, Brian Strand, Posted to blog 11/28/20
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