It isn’t easy every year,
To utter thanks or pray,
When every time we look it seems,
We must have lost our way.
We sometimes fail to see the joy,
To listen with our hearts,
We get caught up in worried whirls,
And upset apple carts.
Without a measure of despair,
We cannot learn to find,
The path to try again when it’s
No longer on our mind.
Give thanks though troubles seem so strong,
And light years from forgiving;
Write down those troubles in a book;
Express your world while living.
And someday when the time is right,
You’ll see the silver lining,
To every lonely moment and
To all your heartfelt pining.
Thanksgiving isn’t always easy,
When troubles surround us now,
But giving thanks can lift us up
And help us heal somehow.
The world can turn without us;
No one understands it all,
But how we live can matter,
When we hear a distant call.
Life needs each human spirit born,
To bring the future here;
It doesn’t matter where you live,
And what we need is clear.
When all of us show gratitude,
We create the world we see,
When every heart is grateful,
Our troubles cease to be.
© November 2020 by JJHIII24