Ah, Thanksgiving, how I love you!
Golden, crowning jewel of Fall.
Beacon of warmth and camaraderie,
Sending glad invitation to all:
'Gather to worship; gather to visit;
Gather to focus on all that's worthwhile;
Feast from tables resplendent with harvest;
Feast on the love in a touch and a smile.'
All the year's labors weigh heavy upon us;
All the world's problems seem bigger by far.
But out from that wearisome struggle you call us,
And laying it down, we run to where you are.
And whether in cottages, mansions, or churches,
Community buildings or tables in parks,
We gather with gratitude full - overflowing;
To the Giver of blessings lift voices and hearts.
Then we return to life's pattern awaiting.
Filled up with joy, we set off on our way,
Warmer and richer and kinder in spirit
For pausing to celebrate Thanksgiving Day.
© 2012
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In Canada our thanksgiving occurred before Halloween, but the message resonates well with this lad, I have a lot of fond memories as a child which this poem rekindled. A bang on work!