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Thanksgiving for Little Joys
1921
Dear God, from my small world of commonplaces,
Of homely tasks and dear loved, circling faces,
On this day of stubbled fields and steel blue skies,
While on the hills Thanksgiving’s mantle lies,
I Β bring to you my garnered treasure store
Of happiness and count my harvest o’er.
Not for the great things, Lord you know so well,
My thanks for these no stumbling words may tell–
But for the little things, dear God, that came to bless,
I bring to you my need of Thankfulness:
The morning sunlight on my kitchen floor,
My collie’s leap of welcome at the door.
The sound of children’s laughter as they pass,
Fern traceries on frosted window glass,
Pale-primrose dawn light stealing through the firs,
The first soft crib-sweet murmuring that stirs,
My cookstove’s coal-red comfort bulking warm
Against the whirled, white wilderness of storm.
The scent of wood smoke drifting keen and sweet
From low frost-silvered roofs along the street,
Geraniums that flame with scarlet bloom,
And lamplight folding close the quiet room,
The kitten purring soft-each tiny touch
Of home-sweet joy that makes the total much,
The Little Joys that bless the Everyday
For these dear Lord, in grateful thanks, I pray.
~The Ladies Home Journal
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