The Thanksgiving Poem

Lord,

I am finding it hard to be thankful today.

Or...  Am I more thankful than ever,

In some peculiar, kind of way.

The year 2020, pitiful,

Is the least I can say.

A dreadful test of my endurance,

Is there a message that you are trying to convey?

This plague we have been sent this year is a test of faith,

Its obstruction, and destruction, quite the display.

Is this a reminder,

That your laws, and commandments I must obey.

If I repent, and beg for your forgivness,

Will you relieve us from this plague someday?

I am thankful today Lord, through good times, or bad,

I may not always see you, but from my side, you never stray.

And I hope to say thanks for the coming fortunes in our future,

Let us get there together Lord, without delay.

I want to say thanks again tomorrow,

For having had just one more day.

 

By JD Bardo

◄ What I do not see, cannot hurt me.

Meeting St. Peter ►

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keith jeffries

Wed 25th Nov 2020 18:29

JD.,

This poem epitomises the dilema of attributing our misfortune due to our wrongdoings and the judgement of God. Yet it also acknowledges the need of God. Self examination and hope are the themes which the reader will see as evident. A conversation with God, one which we often do in a special intimacy as a means of seeking God out and searching for explanations and reassurance.

a well crafted poem

Thank you for this

Keith

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