For my Canadian neighbors’ Thanksgiving and recalling all the times I’ve been in the leperjority, not going back, certainly not going back with thanks.
For those other things …
that shape and sharpen my patience,
that let faith moments shine,
that keep my life from being rigid,
that help me share another’s grief,
that mark real terror in the world,
that open my eyes to joy,
that open my hands to hope,
that morning break the tombs,
that lead me to the heart of God.
For all these gifts
by which I have become more human,
I give thanks,
and let my thanks
reach out and embrace
the daily small ingratitudes
of my life.