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Thanksgiving

O my dear Lord and Beloved God
I thank You for
the sun and the rain, the wind and the snow
and all that helps us to prosper and grow.
The moon and the stars in the night sky,
the clear mountain stream that flows down by.

The plants and the trees all growing in the meadow and field
that we can cultivate and harvest for what they have to offer and yield,
for our livelihood and sustenance in our daily life
and for Thy rules and regulations to avoid all strife.

For the inner Divine light and sound of Thy most precious Word
which inspite of everything else can still be seen and heard.
For Thy divine grace and love felt in our daily devotions to Thee
which will eventually help us all to realise that we are free.

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poem by George Krokos
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