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Praise and gratitude rises with the sun,

The day of thanksgiving has come.

For many, blessings spring abundant as the harvest,

Yet famine reigns through the hardships of some.

How does the injured heart discover praise?

How can the failure cause his head raise?

Why should deficient health find strength in joy?

Why may the loner seek thanks while in his void?

Raise your eyes; open up your heart,

Feeling the presence of life brings a start.

The day still comes; virtues remain amongst pain,

Second chances are laid; lessons be here and gained.

Life soars over our mere lives,

Yet the individual's soul has worth abide.

None of us have all the solutions and none will,

I choose, then, to see the small joys and thank my Maker still.


Happy Thanksgiving, mates!

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