Thanksgiving for the Time Being
by Doug Jackson
“Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? And one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father. Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which today is, and tomorrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith?” – Jesus of Nazareth
The God who sees each sparrow fall
Hears every sparrow sing.
The God who smells each lily’s smoke
Garbs every bloom in spring.
Oh You who hear each dying cry,
Weep at each smoke-tear’s sting,
Hear now my thanks for fleeting songs,
And joy for short-lived things.
Doug Jackson is a preacher/professor/poet who after a quarter-century in the pastorate now teaches spiritual formation, pastoral ministry, and Greek for the Logsdon Seminary program at the South Texas School of Christian Studies in Corpus Christi. His collection of poetry, Nothing There is Not More, is available from Finishing Line Press.