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When we think of all we have been given,
simple men and women that we are--
the kiss of love; laughter of friends;
good work to do; and more than our
small share of nature’s bounty--
we ought to bow our heads in glad thanksgiving,
fall on our knees in utter appreciation,
or, at the very least, utter a simple, silent
word of gratitude
to the Hand of Life that has blessed us
so sustainingly all these years.
This Thanksgiving season,
may we arrive, at last, at some discernment
of how profoundly we are, day in, day out,
graced by the choicest blessings there are:
the Gifts of Life, so simple,
yet so profound and true;
Even the simplest life reflects
so much of God’s glory,
when we touch each other,
when we teach each other,
when we care for one another,
and show our love for all the children of this world.
How truly blest we all have been
to drink from this holy chalice, this Cup of Life.
The bread we eat was once a living spirit;
our communion, then, is a sharing of soul with soul.
So may we pause in gratitude this hour
to utter our word of thanksgiving
for these simple gifts of life which are all ours,
not to hoard, but to share, till all the world is one,
till all the world is fed
on faith and hope and love.
jbs
1/30/01 - 11/28/01 - 4/17/02 - 11/24/02 - 11/19/06
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