Time For Thanks
Thanksgiving beckons,yet letters are piled
mostly bills due, nearing a month’s round…
I think of the homeless with nothing to eat ,
reflecting on a newborn, draped in the cold.
While pressure burns of how dues overflow;
this season’s rune of faith carries me through
as if unknowns of the day are but brief,
content in sharing this flow of gratitude.
November ends… beside me, they are there;
family romping , neighbors bringing apple pies
till grace eases burdens which soften the load:
My soul kindles acceptance, my Thanksgiving joy;
that payments fold through lamp’s glitter …
and when this night awakens , I count small pleasures
ending day's tidings with a grateful sigh-
then to rest on my blessings , ever dear
on through weeks as chapel bells ring!
Any Season or Festive Verse
Brian Strand Contest
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2015
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