Friday, February 16, 2024

Thank You


Thank you for the coffee, thank you for the cup
Thank you for the morning and for waking me up
Thank you for the sugar, thank you for the cream
Thank you that the night was only but a dream
Ooooh, thank you

Thank you for the traffic and the menial job
For my baby crying and the craziest dog
For making me a button that says undo
Thank you for the way we make babies too
Ooooh, thank you

O mercy, O mercy
You are everywhere
You were always as close
As a whispering prayer
O mercy, O mercy
When the world doesn’t care
Be my bosom of Abraham
Be my rocking chair

Thank you for the rope that won’t ever let me go
Thank you for the yes when everybody else said no
Thank you for the seesaw, thank you for the swing
Thank you for the gloves in the boxing ring
Ooooh, thank you

O mercy, O mercy
You are everywhere
You were always as close
As a whispering prayer
O mercy, O mercy
When the world doesn’t care
Be my bosom of Abraham
Be my rocking chair

Thank you for a love that can overcome regret
Thank you for the joy that I haven’t found yet
Thank you for the apple, thank you for the tree
And thank you for dancing in the dark inside of me
Ooooh, thank you

--Tom Prasada-Rao

[Video of our friend Tom Prasada-Rao performing his song].


Forsythia

  What must it feel like after months of existing as bare brown sticks, all reasonable hope of blossoming lost, to suddenly, one warm April ...