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Poetry for Christians

 Thankful

Thankfulness

Who can object

Who can oppose

thoughts obey

The disciples reflections


The sun rises

creation awakes

anticipating the day

speaking forth

Father's truth

in plain sight

of his creatures


Morning air

flows through 

waking the seminal senses


Eyelids ascend

skin meets skin 

eyes behold dancing dust

on golden rays


Moment by Moment

Father's watchful eyes

gaze on 

the overjoyed disciple


The disciple reflects

turning the faucet

cool water streams

through slender fingers


The disciple possesses everything

yet possesses nothing

clutching lightly to life

Which is his and is not


The disciple's way

guided by the Father's light

falls not into darkness

but joy flowing

from the heart of his reflections


Thankfulness relentlessly floods

every inch, every fiber

of the disciple


The disciple delights

in whispering wind

wafting over skin

Overwhelmed by all

The disciple is thankful

To his Creator

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  1. David AndersonJanuary 31, 2023 at 1:23 PM

    This is a wonderful poem with many soulful lines. The fewer the words in each line, the greater the difficulty. But the difficulty paid off - I'm blessed.

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    1. AnonymousFebruary 1, 2023 at 6:35 AM

      Thanks so much David. It is greatly appreciated!

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