
thanks
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The Shape of Thanks in the Unseen
Gratitude sometimes arriveswithout a face—a ripple moving through the darkas if an unseen winghad brushed the surface of our world. It is a soundless thing,like color underwater,or a lantern floating upwardwithout fire. It walks the corridorsbetween what is lostand what is not yet born,gathering fragments—a forgotten warmth,a pulse of light,a name we once whispered in…
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The Song of Thankful Hearts
When daylight fades and shadows fall,And silence gathers round it all,A whisper stirs within the night—“Be still, My child, give thanks for light.” For gratitude is more than cheer,It sings through loss, it softens fear.It finds in tears a hidden grace,And sees God’s mercy face to face. When blessings bloom or blessings flee,A thankful heart…