Thanksgiving
is fast approaching. The weather had tricked me into thinking we had
more time.
The
news is frightening, the world is spiraling out of control and there
is talk of WW3.
Thankfully
the poets have found the words that I am unable to find as my
thoughts are all a jumble.
So
this Thanksgiving besides my wonderful family, I am thankful...
For
each new morning with its light,
For rest and shelter of the night,
For health and food,
For love and friends,
For everything Thy goodness sends
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
For rest and shelter of the night,
For health and food,
For love and friends,
For everything Thy goodness sends
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
And
I wish for all of you to find the peace of the wild things....
The
Peace of Wild Things ~ Wendell Berry
When
despair for the world grows in me
and
I wake in the night at the least sound
in
fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I
go and lie down where the wood drake
rests
in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I
come into the peace of wild things
who
do not tax their lives with forethought
of
grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And
I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting
with their light. For a time
I
rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
3 comments:
A very blessed and Happy Thanksgiving to you and all the family, Judy. So good to see you post again. Wishing you all a wonderful, peaceful day filled with love.
Happy Thanksgiving!! Lovely poetry~
and as we transcend from Thanksgiving into the Christmas Season, I can't help but think of a little Frost. Robert, that is....
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
I see your Tumbler account has been erased, I guess the Clinton Foundation owns stock in Tumbler. I expect to see more such attacks against free speech
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