Here’s a little poem I wrote a few years back. It still fits. I am thankful.


Contentment flickers in these home-hearth flames
of gentle warmth and softly-glowing light.
It whispers through the murmur of the names
we call each other as we say good night.

When we climb into bed it tucks us in
and sings to us as we drift off to sleep —
no fears for what may come or might have been,
just simple trust that Love our souls will keep.

It greets us, fresh and fragrant, in the dawn
and walks with us the path of this day’s grace,
finding its joy in common things, homespun —
a quilt, a chair, a dear familiar face,

underpinning the cadence of our living,
it draws us to the great dance of thanksgiving.

~ Rebekah Choat