Thursday, November 26, 2009

Thursday Poem - Thanksgiving

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)

A very happy Thanksgiving to all of you!


Anonymous said...

beautiful thoughts Cate.. thanks for sharing this . Happy thanksgiving to you and yours.

What in the World said...

Beautiful, as always....
Thank You Cate, for the Joy you give us everyday.
Happy, Healthy Thanksgiving to you and all your Loved Ones!