Thankful for the bounty of
The copious cornucopia
Of succulent soothing sustenance
To sate vital voraciousness.
Thankful, for I know it is not
Readily available to all in want,
The pale, the gaunt, whose trials haunt
The bane of their existence.
Thankful to be where I am,
To have my slice of daily bread
That I may function without dread
Of hunger’s haunting o’er my head.
Thankful for the humble pie of
Sweet compassion so that I can
Offer hope to those denied
The bounty that the world supplies.
Thankful for the watershed
That feeds us in the days ahead
So we may weather without dread,
Nourished by our daily bread.