We close our eyes,

we bow our heads

and offer thanks

for daily bread.

For friends and family

gathered near

for forests and rivers

for elk and deer.

For oceans and mountains

for plant and stone

for all that we feel

for love, beauty and home.

And when the day comes

that we must say good-bye,

we thank you, dear God

for the tears we shall cry.

And our children shall sit

with their own children small,

and give thanks once again,

for the miracle of it all.

Steve Myrvang