Tuesday, November 26, 2013

From the Great Book

"May Gratitude
Be an unending 
verse in
the Everyday song
of our lives,
not only this single day.

It is right
that we daily
sing our thanks
in the Quiet between
Day and Night.
It is right
that great gusts
of thanksgiving
pour unceasingly
from our lips
in appreciation,
and that this
should be
a daily libation
for parched souls.

We pray for all
who have forgotten
the tribute owed
the deity, their
ungrateful blood
crying for release
from the darkness,
the muck
of their sorrows
that they may
speak thankfully
to the skies
upon their release.

The prompt is 100 words of fiction or nonfiction.  Strange what comes to mind in the quiet of the night, when you have a cat sleeping next to your monitor. 


  1. Wow! Such beauty in these words! I would be more than honored to recite your prayer at my own Thanksgiving dinner.

    1. Thank you so much. I was feeling very self-conscious about it!


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