Have you ever thought about the many ways your life is blessed? Thanksgiving is coming up this week and naturally our thoughts move toward all the blessings Life is continually giving us.
A friend recently sent me a poem written by Ella Wheeler Wilcox who lived from 1850 to 1919. I’d like to share the last 3 verses here with you today and wish you a very Happy Thanksgiving!
There’s not a day in all the year
But holds some hidden pleasure,
And looking back, joys oft appear
To brim the past’s wide measure.
But blessings are like friends, I hold,
Who love and labor near us.
We ought to raise our notes of praise
While living hearts can hear us.
Full many a blessing wears the guise
Of worry or of trouble;
Far-seeing is the soul, and wise,
Who knows the mask is double.
But he who has the faith and strength
To thank his God for sorrow
Has found a joy without alloy
To gladden every morrow.
We ought to make the moments notes
Of happy, glad Thanksgiving;
The hours and days a silent phrase
Of music we are living.
And so the theme should swell and grow
As weeks and months pass o’er us,
And rise sublime at this good time,
A grand Thanksgiving chorus.
