Thank you, 
for the sun on my shoulders, 
the wind in my hair,
the sweet smell of grass, 
that hangs in the air, 
the glory of morning,
the stillness of night,
the gifts to perceive them; 
my hearing and sight.

Thanks for the children you lent me to hold,
more precious than diamonds, 
better than gold.
Thanks for the brethren you're sending my way.
Thanks for the wisdom to live for each day. 

Thank you for music, 
for words and for prayer,
most of all thank you,
for keeping me near.

©Geraldine Petrone   
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