Treasure Island

Joseph T. Renaldi

(Frackville, Pennsylvania)

Gratefulness


I am grateful for the eyes that I can see
the activities that can be done by me.
I am grateful for the ears that I may hear
the sobbing of those who need me near.

I am grateful for the lips that I might speak
words of comfort and peace to all who seek.
I am grateful for a mind that I might know
how to aid those who need me so.

I am gratedul for the hands that I might do
some arduous or simple task for you.
I am grateful for the ability to always pray
to give me strength and guidance everyday.

I am grateful for one thing, all else above
that I was given a heart, that I may love.

Submitted: Friday, January 09, 2009

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