I have been trying to read
the script cut in these hills—
a language carved in the shimmer of stubble
and the solid lines of soil, spoken
in the thud of apples falling
and the rasp of corn stalks finally bare.
The pheasants shout it with a rusty creak
as they gather in the fallen grain,
the blackbirds sing it
over their shoulders in parting,
and gold leaf illuminates the manuscript
where it is written in the trees.
Transcribed onto my human tongue
I believe it might sound like a lullaby,
or the simplest grace at table.
Across the gathering stillness
simply this: "For all that we have received,
dear God, make us truly grateful."
Lynn Ungar(from Blessing the Bread)
Happy Thanksgiving to each and every one of you!
5 comments:
A beautiful poem for a beautiful time of year--Happy Thanksgiving! You will never know how grateful I am to 'know' you...how much you have blessed my daily life over the 'years that I've known' you...Happiest of Thanksgivings and blessings galore.
Hugs and Blessed Be.
Angie
Lovely poem......Happy Thanksgiving to you, Cate! May you and yours enjoy this day. For all you give us each and everyday, I am truly grateful. Your website and blog are a beacon to all kindred spirits!
Hi Cate
A really lovely poem.
Guy
Wow - Gorgeous. "...gold leaf illuminates the manuscript where it is written in the trees.....transcribed onto my tongue.....it might sound like a lullaby..."
Thank you for gracing us with your beautiful lullabies :) I too am grateful for knowing you through your words and photos - a beautiful illumination of "the manuscript."
Especially beautiful focus yellow, contrast against the darker.
"...make us truly grateful."
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