"Gifts of Thanksgiving"
Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2015 1:48 pm
Tender leaves turning pumpkin-colors as if hallowed still in the hollow vale.
Maize-colors, too, golden-burning in the deep sunlight, one day, all days of giving.
Upon the humble table, wood-carved, strong, long, linen-covered by a mother's love
the gentle father voices a prayer with gathered guests and family proud.
The gleaming turkey, stuffed with honeyed bread, corn and sweet potatoes, casseroles abound
all this good food steaming from the warm hearth of the kitchen as all friends toast lovingly the good hosts.
What more doth we need but the splendor of such care, the peace which covers the wintergreen-scented air,
the goodness we share this day of thanksgiving received in sojourn's beauty and mirth?
All around the earth, all creatures stout and small, stand in hopeful gladness like the birds that sing
in the slender trees and the backdrop of the clouds whose wings doth receive our humble giving of thankfulness.
Maize-colors, too, golden-burning in the deep sunlight, one day, all days of giving.
Upon the humble table, wood-carved, strong, long, linen-covered by a mother's love
the gentle father voices a prayer with gathered guests and family proud.
The gleaming turkey, stuffed with honeyed bread, corn and sweet potatoes, casseroles abound
all this good food steaming from the warm hearth of the kitchen as all friends toast lovingly the good hosts.
What more doth we need but the splendor of such care, the peace which covers the wintergreen-scented air,
the goodness we share this day of thanksgiving received in sojourn's beauty and mirth?
All around the earth, all creatures stout and small, stand in hopeful gladness like the birds that sing
in the slender trees and the backdrop of the clouds whose wings doth receive our humble giving of thankfulness.