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All There Is To Be Thankful For {Poem}

The wind catches the burning sage smoke and lifts a prayer of thanks to the sky.

I am humbled this morning by the magnitude of all there is to be thankful for.

Every day I’ve ever spent in bitterness, I was like a man dying of thirst three feet from a river.

Sometimes life and all its beauty is just waiting for us to cup our hands and drink our fill.

- Matthew Foley

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