(A poem expressing my 30-day silent Ignatian Retreat experience at Broomtree Retreat Center in South Dakota)
Thank You Father,
For freaky frantic flies,
For multitudinous mucky moths,
For nasty noisy gnats,
And lest I forget,
For aromatically effective Off,
Thank You Father!
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Thank You Father,
For great green grass,
For big burly hay-bales,
For dry dingy dirt,
And lest I forget,
For sundry satisfying showers,
Thank You Father!
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Thank You Father,
For large luscious lunches,
For seriously succulent suppers,
For dreadfully delicious desserts,
And lest I forget,
For earnest eager exercise,
Thank You Father!
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Thank You Father,
For massive mooing mammals,
For sweet sonorous songbirds,
For happy hyperactive hounds,
And lest I forget,
For really reticent retreatants,
Thank You Father!
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Thank You Father,
For silent silvery sunsets,
For colorful coagulating clouds,
For toweringly tall trees,
And lest I forget,
For absence of electronic entertainment,
Thank You Father!
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Thank You Father,
For refreshingly recollective Rosaries,
For spiritually scrumptious Scripture,
For heart-healthy Holy Hours,
And lest I forget,
For nearby kneeling neighbors,
Thank You Father!