To Thank You Is a Gift One Gives Oneself
By Richard Allwood. Sequenced by David Cooke.
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|To thank you is a
gift one gives oneself,|
Having felt the fullness of one's being.
As you might--or not--be listening,
None knows more than his own gratitude.
Knowledge is beside the point, the gulf
So wide between us there's no hope of seeing.
Gifts require givers, so one sings
In thanks that in oneself some grace might move.
Vast quantities of thanks lie on the shelf
In wait for a fresh faith that might be freeing.
Nor ought one hold one's thanks until some bell rings,
Giving one an object for one's love.
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