Psalm 66

I will come into your house with burnt-offerings;
I will pay you my vows,
those that my lips uttered
and my mouth promised when I was in trouble.
I will offer to you burnt-offerings of fatlings,
with the smoke of the sacrifice of rams;
I will make an offering of bulls and goats.

The thanks is not requested, much less directed.

Yet we feel compelled to give thanks, even extravagant thanks.

For life, for love, for the sweet smell of a star-lit morning, we give thanks.

How do I give thanks for gifts and opportunities beyond measure?

In song, poem, dance, cathedral... and in love for stranger and enemy.

Above is of the St. Anselm window at Canterbury Cathedral.

Psalm 66