This can be sung to the tune of Danny Boy.



Oh Jesus Christ we love the
Universe you’ve made!
The Stars, the Worlds,
The Deer that tramps the Glade!
The soaring Birds,
The misty Mountain majesties!
We thank you, Jesus Christ
For every Soul you’ve saved!

Jesus Christ you are the
Spirit of the Wind!
The Verdant Green
That clothes our Biosphere!
The Dancing Clouds,
The laughing, bubbling,
Mountain Stream!
We sense these things
And know that
Jesus Christ is near!

Jesus Christ you own the
Future and the Past!
In your arms you hold each
Tiny Living World!
You keep them safe, and
Whisper gently, “I love you!”
You guard your Nests
Just as a loving Mother Bird!

On the corner of your pages
I'll leave not my name
Nor my wretched face,
But a word of thanks

You let me read your stories
Shared to me your worries;
I somehow became part
Of your wonderful art

I would be greatly honored
If you saw my crooked words
And remember those times
That once our pages aligned—

Where laughters are easy to find
So did our cries and whines.

I’ve left the oven on
for years.
Somewhere between metaphor and meaning,
something’s always been burning.

But no one’s eaten in a while.

They called it voice.
I called it
a slow confession wrapped in rhyme.
A sugarcoated breakdown.
Something easy to swallow
if you didn’t read too carefully.

They wanted brevity.
I brought blood.
They wanted truth.
I brought formatting errors
and a whisper shaped like static.

Do you remember the one
with the anti-light?
No?

Of course not.
You don’t remember the one who screamed last.
You remember the one who rhymed "heart" with "start"
and got 200 likes for it.

Now my name is on the box
but it’s spelled wrong
and the font is smiling too hard.

The cookies still crumble
but no one eats the edges.
That’s where the poison is.
That’s where I lived.

So I’ve folded the apron.
Swallowed the last word
before it could become a quote.

Let the gods of good taste keep their ovens.
Let the algorithm rot.

I’ve got shoeboxes full of unsent stanzas
and no more hunger
for applause shaped like echo.

We remember those around us
That make us feel special and loved
We celebrate the many blessings
Showered on us from up above
We give thanks for the food we share
We gather together 'round the table
With laughter and hugs we show we care
And pray for those who are not able