I am thankful for you, my readers. Just knowing you’re there urges me on to keep grappling with words, to keep “waving, dark though it is” as Merwin writes below. Happy Thanksgiving.
Thanks
Listen with the night falling we are saying thank you we are stopping on the bridges to bow from the railings we are running out of the glass rooms with our mouths full of food to look at the sky and say thank you we are standing by the water thanking it smiling by the windows looking out in our directions back from a series of hospitals back from a mugging after funerals we are saying thank you after the news of the dead whether or not we knew them we are saying thank you over telephones we are saying thank you in doorways and in the backs of cars and in elevators remembering wars and the police at the door and the beatings on stairs we are saying thank you in the banks we are saying thank you in the faces of the officials and the rich and of all who will never change we go on saying thank you thank you with the animals dying around us our lost feelings we are saying thank you with the forests falling faster than the minutes of our lives we are saying thank you with the words going out like cells of a brain with the cities growing over us we are saying thank you faster and faster with nobody listening we are saying thank you we are saying thank you and waving dark though it is Via Poets.org
Thank you for sharing your heart with us even through the dark…
Thank you for this blog and grappling with your words to help us find courage, hope, comfort, peace and faith. Thank you for helping me to be thankful even when I don’t want to be.