In Appreciation...
My words,
Cannon fodder,
Rushed
Into a no man's land,
Dying china ducks, shot down
And sprayed into the weeping wind;
Redundant, no meaning in the face
Of all your caring deeds and grace.
In all
This creation,
How
Did I survive intact
If not for your sweet mercy?
The culture of a loving creed;
Unconditional, supported by your ministry,
By all the kindness given me.
No gift,
Material thing,
Would
Settle such a debt,
Incurred upon my lonely soul,
Such debit I am proud to own;
Remittance, I could never pay
From now until my dying day.
These words,
Inadequate,
Written
By some ghosted pen,
Are all I have to give to you,
Mere ink and paper sentiment;
In truth, a lowly platitude
Of my eternal gratitude...
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