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Thanksgiving Thoughts

Thank you dear God For thoughts that wing; Thank you dear Lord, For heart that sings. Thank you for time, For sacred space; For precious rhymes, For joys that trace. Thank you for smiles, For inner cheer; For words that style, For happy here. Thank you for grace, For touch that stays; For light to face, For pulse and play. Thank you for peace, For path that comes; For simple ease, For voice that sums. Thank you for tears, For humbling pain; For heart that steers, For life made plain. Thank you for joy, For merit here; For inspired ploys, For gift of cheer. Thank you for grief, For sorrow's sway; For pain made brief, For health that stays. Thank you for light, For radiant glimpse; For vibrant sight, For fragrant dream. Thank you for time, For sojourn here; For soulful chimes, For blessings near. Thank you for wealth, For choice and voice; For grand, good health, For praise and poise. Thank you for soul, For lively forms; For spirit whole, For sacred norms. Thank you for pulse, For life and quest; For kind impulse, For breath and zest. Thank you for tact, For good and bad; For urge to act, For calm and mad. Thank you for now, For moments here; For work and plough, For festive cheer. Leon Enriquez 06 Mar 2014 Singapore

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Date: 3/6/2014 10:48:00 PM
what a song of gratitude for the beauty of life blessed by joy, leon...you inspire with this glorious work!.. huggs
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Leon Enriquez
Date: 3/6/2014 11:29:00 PM
Dear Nette: Thank you very much. Leon
Date: 3/6/2014 4:49:00 PM
Thank you for your lovely poem Leon .....Tim
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Leon Enriquez
Date: 3/6/2014 8:35:00 PM
Dear Tim: Glad you found ample delight in this morning psalm. I wrote these lines around 6:30am local time. I just sat down and then, the words just flowed naturally. Often, I do not know what I will write. Leon

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