Thursday, November 24, 2016

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)

Happy Thanksgiving!


Tabor said...

Have a peaceful and kind holiday.

Mystic Meandering said...

Cate - As always, I am thankful for the inspiration that you are! Your strength and stamina through difficult times, and your ability to keep going no matter what life throws at you - one step in front of the other,,, And of course for your beautiful photos and postings here.
Heart Hugs - Christine

christinalfrutiger said...

I couldn't have said it better than sentiments exactly!

More Heart Hugs to you Cate...