Dear Lord,
Thank you for bringing
Us home.
I’m sorry for the days
I don’t say
Thank you
And mean it.
Thank you for the cold air
On my face
And light mist rains.
Thank you for foggy mountains
And a sky that goes for days.
Thank you for fires
In the stove
And soup on the range.
Thank you for the bedding down
In a warm bed
And of the earth
While it waits
For spring.
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And every time I complain
About another day of rain,
God, I pray, will you remind me
Of that day in May,
When the sun shone hot
And the wind blew cool,
And back to her favorite place
You landed this
Wild Alaskan child,
On the shores of a river
And a lake
That both shared a name,
At the foot of a range
Of giants you made
Before I’d ever prayed
To call that place
Home again.
Lord, thank you today
For bringing me back
To this place.
I want to always say
Thank you,
Even for the rain.