Thanksgiving Poem - Poem by ENOCH JOHN
Today we can hear the wind's elation as we give thanks,
For even though there might have been rough patches,
And some days we might have grown pusillanimous,
Yet, it is a day to give thanks from the mountains to the crowded esplanades,
Thanking Father God for life itself and the bounty.
We can say thanks to God the Mayflower carried in its billowing sails,
A wind of change and new hope for without hope a people is discouraged.
So today let's give thanks not just for a nice turkey dinner and the bounty,
But for freedom, family and a bright sky filled with a billion stars as opportunities.
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