A Bitter Thanksgiving.

Some of you might recall having read these lines from two Thanksgivings ago; it is a retelling of a visit I had with one of my patients during this time of year—a woman whose life and struggles were unlike mine in many ways, but one who nevertheless taught me many things about courage and integrity.

I hope you enjoy these words, and have a blessed Thanksgiving week.

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Allow me to spin upon the spindle
a tale of an encounter true.
A patient once, a homeless mum,
her words now shared with you:

The hour of autumn arrives anew
when mirth and feasts abound.
But let me confess my days to you,
true gifts which have been found…

The steady cadence of my heart,
voice to praise when souls fall dark,
vision to behold each fresh day’s start-
For this, I am thankful.

The assured exhale of every breath,
joys gone by, its memories kept,
cloth to shield from winter’s death-
For this, I am thankful

Days when I can veil my cries,
days I look you in the eyes,

to know on night lies brighter skies-
For this, I am thankful.

So for this…I am thankful.

56 Comments on “A Bitter Thanksgiving.

  1. Pingback: Happy Turkey Day! | ADD . . . and-so-much-more

  2. I’ve just discovered your blog through your follow of mine. This is so beautiful! You express deep thoughts in a lyrical way which captures the heart perfectly.

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