11/27/2025
Poem Our Kind of Thanks
Own Style of Thanks
sk vollin
In the tumultuous present, we pause to acknowledge the small mercies
Children’s smiles, like sunbeams piercing the darkness
Friendships that anchor us, families that gather, weary but grateful
Still tearful for that empty space of loved ones gone home
The simple act of waking, of breathing, a gift in these troubled times
We cling to the tangible: a roof, a meal, clothing, an outstretched hand, the resilience to persevere
Our culture, a rich tapestry woven from the threads of struggle and triumph
Endless possibilities unfurl before us, like a sunrise over the horizon
We are a people of forgiveness, a gift from the divine
Intelligent, creative, and strong, we paint the world with vibrant hues
Philosophy, music, poetry, and stories – our artistry knows no bounds
We are survivors, our footsteps echoing through time
Each step, a testament to our tenacity, our spirit unbroken
The thanks we hold is sacred, a treasure accumulated over centuries
A gemstone, polished by the trials and tribulations of our history
We are God’s flowers, blooming in the harshest terrain
Our beauty, a defiant celebration of life
We sing, we dance, we study, we analyze – every single day, a precious gift
This day like each day is a moment, in time, it is ours to claim, to cherish, to give thanks
In a world that often forgets, we remember
Our existence, our humanity, our right to thrive
We answer with love, with prayer and with the fierce determination to bloom.
This is our own style of thanks.
