Although this earth is torn apart today,
And greed already threatens post-war peace
Because no man will one small whit decrease
His aim at things that help his selfish way;
In spite of moral lapse and thought decay
That cry out to us, “Wars will never cease”,
Our country has a sort of doubtful lease
On something better through Thanksgiving Day.
For what is needed more in our world now
Than just a bit of faith; of seeking God,
(If only for a day); of giving thanks
For what we have? The Pilgrim showed us how
To look above the earth we dully plod,
And find alliance with the Angels’ ranks.
by Ray Romine Tuesday, September 26, 1944
