In thanks

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving.  This year we*ll help with the Soup Kitchen Thanksgiving at Trinity, Aurora, and then have a three person vegetarian, diabetic-friendly home-cooked meal with lots of Reddi-Wip and canned cranberry sauce, with the can marks left intact.  Where tradition is involved, detail is important, whether it be particular food, particular songs, or even a roomful of men in recovery offering what they are grateful for every Wednesday night at 6:20 after dinner.

Every year

Thanksgiving reminds me

To name out loud

The big and small things,

The people especially near and dear;

Even the squirrel who sits

In my office window;

The children who sing

The Wheels on the Bus

Followed by

Jesus Loves Me

At approximately 11:45

Every morning.

Every Sunday

Communion reminds me

To hold it all Holy

Bread and wine

Becomes Body and Blood,

Transforms the people gathered

Outside in,

Inside out.

One week away

From the halfway house,

I remember gratefulness

At 6:20

Every Wednesday evening

After dinner.

All of it flows.

All of it echoes

Together

Always.