Thanksgiving
The harsh wind blows sorrows of this passing year,
yet my heart is filled with cheer.
Undaunted from the winds of yesterday,
my heart still finds a way,
to be wrapped in gratitude
toward the One who's unchanging.
My soul is clothed with thanksgiving.
Thanksgiving Poetry Contest, Regina McIntosh, 11/04/2020
Copyright © Adia Meizoso | Year Posted 2020
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