Thanks Giving: a poem by Sally Rosenthal

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Thanks Giving

In the early morning quiet,

I sit, expectant as in Quaker meeting,

attentive to Spirit within.

I listen for daily gratitudes

to come forth, awaiting acknowledgment.

I name these five small joys or

unexpected glimpses of grace:

my guide dog asleep with his head on my lap,

the mug of hot coffee my arthritic hands can still hold,

a friend’s ongoing recovery from multiple surgeries,

that I can hear a bird chirp on my windowsill,

and the Divinity that grounds me every day.

I need no special day set aside

to offer up thanks when

I can count all days as holy

for the blessings they provide.

A poet and book reviewer, Sally Rosenthal is the author of

Peonies in Winter: A Journey Through Loss, Grief and Healing. 

November 2024 issue