in this year of want
wild with worries sore
tangled up in time
and left to melancholy
hearts are now humbled
bells set to chime
and I inhale long
dare to shirk the folly
and to look up and up
position a full posture
of gratitude galore
for these blessings You have brought me
how with reasons wrapped in rhyme
You whisper "Peace" within this war
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