Papa-God,
You who are from the beginning and who have no end, I thank you at this time of thanksgiving for apple crisp and broccoli, for cabbage and dandelions. I love your egrets and your falcons inspire me. Your goodness surrounds me. Honesty and imagination join to create your joy in my heart. Kindness and love meld my spirit with yours. Nothing will ever separate me from you.
It is love that made the world with a word. Thank you. Nothing compares with you. Only your promise is worth living for. Thank you for quince and rose hips on the Nantucket beach. Thanks for sound, and for tulips. Under each piece of your creation, your beat goes on. Thank you for ears to hear.
Thank you for making us valuable, in your image. For forever counting us worth what we cost. "Who for the joy set before him, endured the cross." We are that joy. Along with xylophones, yeast, and zebras. I await the day when all creation will rise to worship.
I am waiting, with hope. You will come, with joy. Thank you.