Monday, October 10, 2016

Let Us Give Thanks

At Thanksgiving, this blog usually features gratitude for the harvest of the garden, the field and the orchard.  This time, I want to celebrate a different harvest with a poem.

Let Us Give Thanks

Let us give thanks for a bounty of people:

For children who are our second

planting, and though they grow like weeds
and the wind too soon blows them away,
may they forgive us our cultivation and 
fondly remember where their roots are.

Let us give thanks,
For generous friends - heart-
and smiles as bright as their

For feisty friends as tart as apples;

For continuous friends, who, like scallions
and cucumbers, keep reminding us
that we've had them;

For crotchety friends, as sour as 

rhubarb and as indestructible;

For handsome friends, who are as gorgeous as

eggplants and as elegant as a row of corn,
and others, as plain as potatoes and
just as good for you;

For funny friends, who are as silly 
as Brussels sprouts and as amusing
as Jerusalem artichokes, and serious friends,
as complex as cauliflowers and as intricate as onions;

For friends as unpretentious as cabbages,

as subtle as summer squash, as persistent'
as parsley, as delightful as dill, as endless
as zucchini, and who, like parsnips, can be counted
on to see you through the winter;

For old friends, nodding like sunflowers in the 

evening-time, and young friends coming
on as fast as radishes;

For loving friends, who wind around us

like tendrils and hold us, despite our
blights, wilts and witherings;

And, finally, for those friends now

gone, like gardens past that have been harvested,
and who fed us in their times that we
might have life thereafter;

for all these we give thanks.

                          -- Max Coots

Ed. Note:  Bible Study begins this Wed. Oct. 12, 2016

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