Missed Time
by Ha Jin
My notebook has remained blank for months
thanks to the light you shower
around me. I have no use
for my pen, which lies
languorously without grief.
Nothing is better than to live
a storyless life that needs
no writing for meaning—
when I am gone, let others say
they lost a happy man,
though no one can tell how happy I was.
I wrote Thy Blessings as my prayer of Thanksgiving about 5 years ago. It had been many years since a prayer had been said at my families Thanksgiving table, and I had yet to create a new tradition rooted in poetry and so it was shared in the living room, prior to the meal with everyone standing.
Happy Thanksgiving
Thy Blessings
by T. A. Fry
If its by my fruit that you shall know me,
than look to the least of what I’ve done
For my best comes from many,
My worst from only one.
My blessings are overflowing,
More than I deserve.
My bounty is ever growing
My fruits are thy preserves.
Fourteen Lines 
Lovely! I’m grateful to have you in my life Tom!
Peace, Judy Kim
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