Still Gratitude
a poem by John Fitzpatrick in 2024
...
With a soul that did not grow
A mind that moved so slow
and no grace at all to show.
Still gratitude.
For time that's out and in
For the ancients and for sin
With nothing false and nothing thin
Still gratitude.
For the love within the core
For myself and nothing more
For the wine about to pour
Still gratitude.
For the journey meant to end
The golden boy
On the river's bend
For the damaged joy
that Israel cannot end
Still gratitude.
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