Thanksgiving Day Poem

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If you are like me, you have ducked away from the festivities on this day of thanks and feasting to check in with fellow bloggers. I for one am delighted to take a break and see what everyone is up to. I am thankful that I don't have to cook for the hoards, as we are going for an evening supper at my mother-in-law's. That means I can sleep in, join our new neighbors for the 3rd Annual Thanksgiving Turkey Trot (it's actually a walk) around the new neighborhood and then home for a mellow afternoon before we make the sojourn for turkey and pie. 

The little vignette above hangs on my studio bulletin board. While other pieces come and go on my ever changing idea board, this never comes down. I do believe Thank You is a kind of prayer and practice saying it daily. So thank you dear readers for checking in and being part of my extended community. I hope your day is blessed with very little family drama and lots of good nourishment for body and soul. 

I leave you with a new favorite poem.

The Way It Is 

by William Stafford

The way it is

there's a thread you follow

it goes among things that change

but it doesn't change

people wonder about what things you are pursuing

you have to explain the thread

but it is hard for others to see

while you hold it you can't get lost

tragedies happen

people get hurt or die

and you suffer and get old

nothing you do can stop times unfolding

you don't every let go of the thread

5 thoughts on “Thanksgiving Day Poem”

  1. This poem makes me think of Grrl’s secret. I followed you back from Secret Sunday to tell you that I really enjoyed reading about your secret and I love the still life.

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