A Thanksgiving Greeting

I cannot actually write about US Thanksgiving, 2019, now because it’s just Monday!! but I can reflect poetically on a year past as I do below.

As for prose, I think about how this holiday is, on the one hand, harvest — an end to the fall, but also so close this year to Advent that Christmas has been nudging its way in for a couple weeks already before we have properly experienced the sweetness of this pause. Yes, it is sweet whether it is Norman Rockwell or the revision of that iconic painting by Hank Willis Thomas and others who followed, or the Macy’s Day parade and football, or the loneliness of feeling that everyone else in the world has somewhere wonderful to go, or the injustice which is retail workers being asked to do the Black Friday early, early shift. Thanksgiving comes to us all, every year — the sad years and the happy ones.

I am thankful for you, readers and wish you blessings and thanks whatever your country, your custom, for turning thinking into thanking. Maren

A Thanksgiving Memory

It’s Thanksgiving morning
and I’m peeling apples for apple pie.
The smell of pumpkin
is coming from the oven
and soon it will wake someone,
the dog, perhaps.
It is dark – the moon is down
and the gentle intimation of dawn
is not even an eyelash in the east.

The earliest cooking is ginger,
cinnamon, nutmeg, clove –
the spices of family
and I cry a little
for those who are not here.

My hands are beautiful
even as the knuckles become older,
another kind of ginger root.

I pause for my most prosaic thanks –
freshly painted yellow walls,
sky without snow
so a frail friend can visit,
a bib apron all in harvest colors
from a church fair, of course,
the kindness and lucent beauty
of even strangers in the grocery store,
looking for mince meat
or fried onion rings
to put on the green beans,

the way these details are picked out
in this last ordinary time –
precious before the bright brass
and minor key of Advent,

and how this curl of apple peel
falling loose and red,
becomes a manger,
and, as the year turns,
a cross,
a Pentecost flame,

some loves and losses
and bright autumn leaves again.

This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

11 Responses to A Thanksgiving Greeting

  1. Jim Tschudy says:

    A blessed thanksgiving for you~you, your faith, your writing, your messages ~ all among the blessings for which I give thanks ~

    On Mon, Nov 25, 2019 at 3:14 AM Gifts in Open Hands wrote:

    > Maren posted: “I cannot actually write about US Thanksgiving, 2019, now > because it’s just Monday!! but I can reflect poetically on a year past as I > do below. As for prose, I think about how this holiday is, on the one hand, > harvest — an end to the fall, but also so ” >

  2. Betsy says:

    Beautiful!

  3. rezrevres says:

    Your words Maren, have a magical quality about them, and in a cloud of warm nostalgia they transport me to another time and place. You are a spinner of beautiful webs, that still manage to work into the fabric the sharp resonance of reality. Thank you for sharing your wisdom with a world in need.

    • Maren says:

      You are very welcome. It is this problematic holiday here, particularly among the New England descendants of those Pilgrims and Puritans. Of course, you that I covet new words from you as well to share as guest post to broaden the world I experience.

  4. Dee Ledger says:

    This is beautiful. I just want to say thank you for your openness in sharing and your love of writing. I am sure that others in ministry who share your words regularly are deeply appreciative of the time, energy, DEDICATION, and commitment you have shown and reflected in your writing over the years and also how you help us to capture fleeting time and mirror circumstances and do this with grace and goodwill. Thank you and happy Thanksgiving to you and yours.

  5. beautiful, divine and I too ‘ am thankful

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.