# Thank you Thank you Lord for all the gifts you have given to me today. Thank you for all I have seen, heard and received. Thank you for the water that woke me up, the soap that smells so good, the toothpaste that refreshes. Thank you for the clothes that protect us, for their color and their style. Thank you for the newspaper so faithfully there, for the comics and for my morning smile. Thank you for useful meetings, for justice done and for the big games won. Thank you for the street cleaning truck and the men who run it, for their morning shouts and all the early morning noises. Thank you for my work, the tools and my efforts. Thank you for the metal in my hands, the steel biting into it. And for the satisfied look of the foreman, for the load of finished pieces. Thank you for Jim, my friend, who loaned me his file, for Danny who shared his lunch with me, for Charlie who held the door open for me. Thank you for the welcoming streets that led me here, for the shop windows, for the cars and the passers by. For all the life that flowed swiftly between the windowed walls of the houses. Thank you for food that sustains me, for the glass of water that refreshes me. Thank you for the car that neatly took me to where I wanted to be, for the fuel that made it go, for the wind that caressed my face, for the trees that nodded to be on the way. Thank you for the boy I watched play on the footpath opposite. Thank you for his roller-skates. Thank you for his comical grin when he fell. Thank you for the morning greetings I received, and for all the smiles. Thank you for my mother who welcomes me at home and for her tactful affection, for her silent presence. Thank you for the roof that shelters me and the lamps that light me, for the radio that plays, for the news, for music, and for singing. Thank you for the bunch of flowers so pretty on my table. Thank you for the tranquil night. Thank you for stars Lord, and thank you too for silence. Thank you for the time you've given me Lord, for life, for grace and for just being there. Thank you now for listening to me and taking me seriously, for gathering my gifts in Your hands to offering them to Your Father. Thank you Lord. Thank you. Michel Quoist