Under the sun
There grows the lilies
In the fields
They fill all we can see
And yet we will never say
Thank you
for there gathers
the birds and bees.

For it seems
The only time we know to pray
When there is a need we say
When all the same
He knows our days
And keeps giving
to fill our way.

To our blinded eyes
Which only sees
What the lack thereof
and the empty trees
The demand for more
Yet so much there is
For us to say thank you
its all there is.

O. Stephen Peart. 2020 © All rights reserved

Motivation for this Poem
I am thankful takes the reader back to the simple things in life. It seeks to enable a sense of appreciation to God and His willingness to keep giving. There is not prejudgment on who He gives to but that He gives freely.

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