Threads of Thanksgiving (Poetry)

A dead life is one with no color
One that misses it
It is the thread
Reminding us we are granted
Gift upon Gift
The souls surrounding us
Touch us
Bringing us to good or better
So we feel around using
our sense of touch.
We feel the patterned strokes
in the cloth of our lives.
Each stitch of Gods grace
Brings us to there reality
that he is knitting our lives together
Threads of thanksgiving.