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Friday, May 6, 2011

A Quiet Amen


A table set,
yellowed linen,
cracked dishes,
bent silverware.

Bowed heads
saying grace,
lifting thanks
for the little
they possess.

Wealth counted
in moments together,
not in the size
of their bank account.

Love lives here
in a patchwork
four room house.
Joy celebrated
in a quiet amen.


©Susie Clevenger 2011

15 comments :

Mimi Foxmorton said...

I wish to be at that beautiful table........


Mimi
Collage Pirate

Fireblossom said...

Works for me, Susie. :-)

Heaven said...

Love this post...simple yet full of meaning ~

Happy monday ~

Denise Moncrief said...

This expresses my house when I was growing up. Not much in the way of luxuries and sometimes putting food on the table was difficult, but we blessed what we had and were glad to be a family.

Teresa said...

What a wonderful celebration of what is important in life.

hedgewitch said...

Cutting to the chase of what it's all about, far too often forgotten. Loved it, Susie.

mihirvatsa said...

wonderful poetry there, Susie. Love the last two stanzas.

'wealth counted/ in moments together/ not in the size of their bank account- love it. :)

'love lives here/ in a patchwork/ four room house'- brilliant image.

Cheers!

Laurie Kolp said...

I think this is the best kind of wealth there is!

Abin Chakraborty said...

wonderful poem.fine fusion of content and craftsmanship.

Mark Windham said...

It seems to always be those that have the least are the most thankful. Very nice .

Herotomost said...

I make it a point to have dinner at the table for this very reason...a great time to be a family. Nice painting.

zongrik said...

we all wish we could live where there is so much love

private dreamliner

Mary said...

Amen, Susie, Amen! Beauutifully expressed.

Kay L. Davies said...

I just love "lifting thanks" — what a lovely phrase. And the whole poem rings true.
K

Semaphore said...

Life is often at its truest, when it is at its simplest.

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