Thanks Giving

Friends and family leave words on screens
and phone lines,
dropping voices and laughter like
golden pendants rippling
across the surface of my morning.
Bookends of baking–pies first and the turkey last–
include potatoes, The Green Bean Casserole
and sweet potatoes in between.
Chimes outside echo on the warm wind
of a rare November day,
breezes rustling the nearly empty branches
like the rushing of waves on a far away summer shore.
Thanksgiving isn’t a 30 second infomercial to fulfill
the Adult Daily Requirements of finding joy
but rather a dayfull of listening and looking then
raising heartsong Heavenwards
towards the lifelong-loving Creator God
who gives us daily more reasons to be thankful.

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