Thanksgiving
It was like a pouring out
The thing my soul did that day.
And you –
I knew you felt its soaking
Like torrents
Of neverending retribution.
And you –
I knew you felt its heaviness
Like weights
Of unfulfilled absolution.
And yet you took it all.
Without qualms or queasiness.
You took it with a strong and determined nod.
Thank you for that.
Copyright © Adelheid Manefeldt | Year Posted 2015
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