A prayer by Michel Quoist:
know how to say, “Thank You.”
Our days are filled with the gifts the
Lord showers on us. If we were in the habit of taking stock of them, at
night we should be like a “queen for a day,” dazzled and happy with so
We should then be grateful to God, secure because he
gives us everything, joyful because we know that every day he will renew
Everything is a gift from God, even the
smallest things, and it’s the sum of these gifts that makes a life
beautiful or sad, depending on how we use them.
good giving and every perfect gift comes from above, from the Father of
the lights of heaven. With him there is no variation, no play of passing
shadows.” (James I, 17)
Thank you, Lord, thank you.
Thank you for all the gifts you have given me today,
Thank you for all I have seen, heard, received.
Thank you for the water that woke me up, the soap that smells good, the toothpaste that refreshes. Thank you for the clothes that protect me, for their color and their cut.
you for the newspaper so faithfully there, for the comics (my morning
smile), for the report of useful meetings, for justice done and big
Thank you for the street-cleaning truck and the men who run it, for their morning shouts and all the early noises.
Thank you for my work, my tools, my efforts.
you for the metal in my hands, for the whine of the steel biting into
it, for the satisfied look of the supervisor and the load of finished
Thank you for Jim who lent me his file, for Danny who gave me a cigarette, for Charlie who held the door for me.
you for the welcoming street that led me there, for the shop windows,
for the cars, for the passers-by, for all the life that flowed swiftly
between the windowed walls of the houses.
Thank you for the food that sustained me, for the glass of beer that refreshed me.
you for the car that meekly took me where I wanted to be, for the gas
that made it go, for the wind that caressed my face and for the trees
that nodded to me on the way.
Thank you for the boy I watched playing on the sidewalk opposite, Thank you for his roller-skates and for his comical face when he fell.
Thank you for the morning greetings I received, and for all the smiles.
Thank you for the mother who welcomes me at home, for her tactful affection, for her silent presence.
you for the roof that shelters me, for the lamp that lights me, for the
plays, for the news, for music and singing.
Thank you for the bunch of flowers, so pretty on my table.
Thank you for the tranquil night.
Thank you for the stars.
Thank you for the silence.
Thank you for the time you have given me.
Thank you for life.
Thank you for grace.
Thank you for being there, Lord.
Thank you for listening to me, for taking me serioulsy, for gathering my gifts in your hands to offer them to your Father.
Thank you, Lord,