A “Chiasmus” Poem

I’m giving thanks for people living, In this home on this Thanksgiving. You ask why that I’m not stressed, Ask instead why I’m so blessed. I don’t deserve such great rewards, God rewards me greatly by His word. Have we been lifted from so low? All we have to Him we owe. Join hands to pray that we are able, Pray, come to join us at our table. Copyright © 2022 Brandon Ellrich
This poem was written in response to Sadje’s What do you see# 160- November 14, 2022, so please visit her page to see other responses and/or participate. It is also inspired by Ben’s W3 Prompt #28: Wea’ve Written Weekly. Even though I missed the cutoff this time, I still wanted to give credit for the inspiration.
Chiasmus: In simple terms, chiasmus happens when the writer says one thing and then says something very similar in the next line, but the grammatical structure has been reversed.
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noice!
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Thanks!
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Such a heartfelt and beautiful poem. Indeed if we count our blessings, we’ll never have time to stress about what we don’t have. Thanks Brandon for joining in
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Thank you! Glad I could participate.
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My pleasure
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Beautiful!
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Thanks!
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