Wednesday, November 23, 2011

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.

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