Thy Grace Astounds
©2021 Susan Noyes Anderson (text only)
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We do not see thee;
we are blind, and yet
we feel thy hand.
These Thanksgiving poems express gratitude for home and hearth, friends and family, God and the good He continually does. Some are fun and some are faith-promoting. All are reminders that Thanksgiving is one of the very best times of the year. (Please email a request for permission before using my Thanksgiving poems. include full copyright information on every copy. For internet use, a link back to the poem on this site is required.)
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We do not see thee;
we are blind, and yet
we feel thy hand.
Their roots were in the land;
the land was everything.
The old ones took a stand,
inured to suffering.
Fall is a cozy season, made
to match my patchwork house.
What better spot for cider hot,
doughnuts for man
and holes for mouse?
Sometimes my heart is washed in tears,
or overcome by foolish fears,
but most days find me safe from harm
with all I need to keep me warm.
From break of dawn till setting sun,
he worked until the work was done.
No perks, no flex-time, no review–
just midday sun and morning dew.
Autumn is a feeling,
and it takes you for a ride.
We gather together to ask the Lord’s blessing,
for richly He’s blessed us, in years now gone by.
The warmth of our hearth and the love of our family
are more than good fortune; they’re gifts from on high.
“Pardon me,” said Tom T. Urkee,
“but I’d like to say a word.
Let me make this clear, not murky.
I’m a man and not a bird.