Some of us are thankful for freedom
Others for big brother’s purse.
I’m thankful for Jefferson’s wisdom
And thankful things aren’t even worse.
I’m thankful for my little sister
Souls bleed but this is obverse.
Children, grandchildren, the National Anthem
The ability to converse.
To who is it we are to be thankful?
Who was it that lit the big bang?
What was it that up and exploded?
From what origin does that one hang?
Jesus? God? Allah?
Or is it Caballa?
Perhaps just a useful harangue.
Ultimately it doesn’t matter
The fact is that thanks does exist.
Whatever it is, this “creator”
Will not go by me unkissed.
I guess it’s not odd if I call it God
And I’m thankful too for this tryst.
~Bacon
ibaconi 
Faith is righteous
If not having faith
our lives is nothing
God wants our faith like Abraham’s
repent