Poem 15

Thank you, Eledumare, for a life of memories so full and bright. A time of transition, neither summer nor winter; A time of rest; a moment to contemplate.

 Eledumare, on this Thanksgiving day, we bow our heads to you, Eledumare, and pray.

Thou hast, with ever watchful eye, looked down on us with holy care, and from thy storehouse in the sky hast thou scattered plenty everywhere.

Then we lift up our songs of praise to thee, O Eledumare; good and kind to thee we consecrate our days; be thine the temple of each mind.

With incense sweet, our thanks ascend before thy works, and our powers pail. Though we should strive years without end,we could not thank you for them all.