For the gladness here where the sun is shining at evening on the weeds at the river,
Our prayer of thanks
For the laughter of children who tumble barefooted and bareheaded in the summer grass,
Our prayer of thanks
For the sunset and the stars, the women and the white arms that hold us.
Our prayer of thanks
God,
If you are deaf and blind, if this is all lost to you,
God, if the dead in their coffins amid the silver handles on the edge of town, or the reckless dead of war days thrown unknown in pits, if these dead are forever deaf and blind and lost.
Our prayer of thanks.
God,
The game is all your way, the secrets and the signals and the system, and so for the break of the game and the first play and the last.
Our prayer of thanks
I am busy working to bring Carl Sandburg's "Our Prayer of Thanks" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you soon.
At V2Melody, each arrangement is crafted with care through a thoughtful partnership of human artistry and technological innovation. This process involves:
This creative journey takes time—each composition represents hours of dedicated work to create something that deepens our connection to Carl Sandburg's words in meaningful ways.
While you wait for the complete interpretation, I invite you to explore other musical arrangements in my gallery or learn more about Carl Sandburg's life and contributions to literature.
Check back soon to experience how "Our Prayer of Thanks" transforms when verse meets melody—a unique journey that makes poetry accessible, engaging, and profoundly moving in new ways.