On the Edge of Thanksgiving

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As this day closes
may you go gently
quiet prayers in your pockets,
perhaps overflowing.

Small blessings,
a touch,
a voice
a memory,
beauty,
scattered
on the border
of daylight and darkness.

May they unfold in dreams
fertile with Grace.
And if despair
has been caught
in the creases of this day
may it be honoured,
refolded by Love.

And may you go gently
over the threshold of this day.

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