Today I decided to share a short and sweet Chaucerian stanza that I wrote the other day.
Through sun and rain, it is a shining day
Because of all the jewels unearthed therein,
Smell petrichor, and see the rainbow ray
Even when some colors remain hidden.
Joy is not binary, all loss or win.
Give thanks to God the Father through the Son,
Perhaps not for all things, but through each one.
revivedwriter 
May we give such thanks as you write: “Give thanks to God the Father through the Son,
Perhaps not for all things, but through each one.”
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