Cyndi Alte - November 21, 2021

“Thy Name Ever Praised”

Thanks by Steve Garnaas-Holmes A meadow, a small crowd of trees marching over the hillside over a million years pauses for me here and I’m so grateful. God, I thank you for everything, for the whole of it, not partial, good and ill, for the bird that ate my snack, thank you, the morning walk and the mess stepped in, for grace that hauled me from deepest pit, sunlight on a pitcher handle, thank you, for sickness— the body to be sick— and recovery, always trailing death, the small yellow stone happy on a city street, always your mystery in it, mountains leaping up can’t contain it. Humility tackles me. Wonder erupts. Thankfulness tangles my words. I give you thanks, my life: may every thought word and deed be thanks, and after I die gratitude linger in the air.

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