For laughter spilled over in rooms full of warmth,
For rich food in plenty and wide open arms
For a chair by the fire while the snow falls silently,
For being full and satisfied, we give our thanks.
For friendships that span across the years,
That only run deeper as we shed our skins
For the chance to be real, a horde of Velveteens
For the covering of love, we give our thanks.
For a life that was lived from corner to corner,
For a man who became two, then three, then nine.
For his love, his compassion, his kindness, his blue eyes
For his example to us all, we give our thanks.
For fifty seven years of life together
For the gift of family to surround him
As he passed from here into eternity
For a soul like his, we give our thanks.
For slippers by the door, for a smile and a hug,
For a heart that has learned the language of listening
For the discoveries we make about the other each day
For him completely, I give my thanks.
For new mercies each morning, for a solid place to land
For knit together souls
For provision in the way of a thousand splendid gifts daily:
This is Our Giving of Thanks.