Thanksgiving
T
hough autumn winds strip the branches bare,
H
earth and home hum with a warmer air.
A
bundant table, the steady flame,
N
o feast compares to the ones we name.
K
indness gathered like corn in sheaves,
S
tories carried on the falling leaves.
G
rateful hands that break the bread,
I
n every honest word unsaid.
V
oices rise in a common song,
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n this brief pause where we belong.
N
othing taken and nothing owed,
G
race enough to share this road.
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