How do we start thanking God for all his blessings? I'll admit I am rather insecure, but do you ever feel your prayers aren't long enough or good enough? Will it ever be enough?
I imagine the tradition of leaving cookies and milk for Santa began because children wanted to show appreciation for the forthcoming gifts. Since ancient times, farmers planted bulbs in autumn so the beauty of God's spring would manifest itself in gardens with bold colored tulips and daffodils. Symphonies by famous composers give homage to God and His wonderful works. Every grandma baking a cake for others is serving slices of love and parents who spend time teaching children how to ride a bike or swing a bat are naturally sharing gratitude with their family.
Here in California, we have just suffered through a giant drought and right now, we're thankfully up to the fourth inch of rain this month. Speaking of suffering, this has been quite a year, hasn't it? But it's almost over and many of us, just like an overgrown and gnarly rosebush, survived in spite of all the year’s
difficulties.Besides praying of course, I choose to write poems of thankfulness. How about you?
Mercy Rain
Eve Gaal
(Previously published at Christian Poets and Writers on Facebook)
To the prayer
caught in my throat.
The Heimlich
maneuvered gasps of spiritual praise.
Me, the spec of
dust imbued with His touch,
part of His plan.
Me, drooling
on bended knees,
head down
pathetically
waiting and shaking.
Typical textbook.
He won’t yawn,
He is the Master
of My fate.
The spring,
the summer
even winter and
orange leaves in fall.
He is the thrill
of the beginning and the best ending.
The excitement
both outside and
within my soul.
Who am I that He
brings me doves and flowers?
Who am I that He
soothes my tired nerves
placing roses and
endless beauty along my path?
I inhale,
gurgling—embarrassed
by spittle as I try to get my words out.
What can my lowly
heart do to show my love?
Breathe, I tell
myself.
Do not fear.
Grateful tears
run down my cheeks
I bow,
feeling His hand
pulling me up
moving me towards
the window
where the ashen
sky looms with a chance of showers.
Here's wishing all of you a Happy and Healthy 2017!!