Thanksgiving

It's sometimes so hard
To express the good things
As suffering clings
The joy we drown
With its goodness down
So it cannot be heard

But as I draw a card
From this deck of life
Though there is strife
My days are numbered
With struggles encumbered
Good is merely tard

Hope is not laggard
As my eyes opened
To darkness lessened
By saints of light
They in Christ's might
Promised in lamb marred

Thank you.

May 30, 2020 -- 12:12 AM
to the Body