My thankfulness is a circle of thanks
With outer edges extending
My blue skies touch
My bed of flowers
Touches the same earth
They huddle near
As bombs drop
And lives change
And fragile bodies
Are torn apart.
Without our help, life itself, can part us
Strands pulled and wearing at every corner
Do we need to add to the fray?
I’m thankful for peace and love
And gentle kindness
Woven by us in the small particular moments of our own small universes.
May we see through someone else’s eyes
On this Thanksgiving Day.
This is a work in progress. What do you think?