My favorite time on Thanksgiving Day…
my absolute peak moment
is yet to come.
But I know that it will move my heart deeply again.
It always does.
Year after year.
When the time is right
and all the food is ready
everyone comes to the table.
Pull out the chairs
and reach for each others’ hands.
As we hold hands our hearts are drawn together
our heads bow
in a moment of silence.
A prayer is spoken
acknowledging our gratitude for all our many blessings
and our dependence on Him.
Holy offerings upward.
Humble acts of worship.
Holding each other close as we once more give thanks.
Yes, its’ my favorite time on the whole day.
Little ones clasp tiny fingers together.
weathered with age
join with younger smoothed skin ones.
Memories mingle with today
lifting us beyond ourselves
to touch the hearts of others.
May you all have
a glorious Thanksgiving Day.
and continue to remember those who struggle and hurt in so many ways.