ThanksGiving

Loving God, in whom all is created, to whom I offer deepest gratitude.
May I tend what is mine to tend: 
My tone, my choices, my steadiness.
May I release unto your universe that which is not mine,
  The storms in others, the outcomes I cannot shape,
  The pain too deep for my hands alone.
Lead me to abide in the most mundane, menial tasks that steady my soul.
And set me content with what I have.
Thanksgiving, 2025 LS-H