Thanks be to One whose wild wind whips the barren beach tonight.
Thanks be to One whose light shimmers strange in dark sheets of rain.
Thanks be to One whose imagination will not be domesticated, not by
Theology and church, or sincerity and prayer, or anything at all.
(Praise You!)
Thanks be to One who sees me and you as two and one.
Thanks be to One who sees community in difference,
And choreography in conflict, and hope in our tangled intentions.
Thanks to be One who sees our anxious faces and sighs for love.
Thanks be to One who breathes snow upon the rocky range.
Thanks be to One who lights a fire in the fox's eyes.
Thanks be to One who calls the great blue whale to dance.
It is all sanctuary. It is all temple. It is all yours.
(Praise You!)
Give me nothing, but gratitude, and I shall know this:
That my life is nothing but yours, and ours, holy communion.
The bread warmed and broken, the cranberries crushed and sweet,
The children grown tall, the tears of family, all of this is grace.
Thanks be to One who is the Light of my life, but not mine.
Thanks be to One who is the Breath of my breath, but also yours.
Thanks be to One who gives me just this hour, these moments,
And asks only that I return them in peace, with love, as blessing.
DGJ
Thanksgiving
11/28/19