Grace. Poem by Colleen Wright

I thank God for the food I eat
and for all of the people I meet.

I thank God for the storms and rain,
they help grow the flowers and cane.

I thank God for the selfish and mercenary,
they soon help me decide what I want to be.

I thank God for the sorrow and the pain,
they make me stop and think hard again.

I thank God too, when all does feel alright,
as you with me now, and those out of sight.

Colleen Wright. T.G.3.08.2006.