I am filled with gratitude today. This is one of my favorite days of the year. Food is in for cooking and I can bake all day. We are going to Frieda's parents in the city to share Thanksgiving with fourteen people. This is unusual for us, as we are usually here, but I am in charge of desserts, so I see a day of baking ahead. I love to bake. It has been suggested I should own a bakery, but I love the amateur status of my cooking, the "love of" it.
Joe Riley sent this poem this morning on Grace, and I like it, and I realized I want to write my own poem, my own thoughts as to what Grace means to me today. Perhaps you will be inspired to do the same. We have these days set aside to give thanks. What could be better than that?
to the Sun & the Earth
for this bread & this wine,
this fruit, this meat, this salt,
thanks be & blessing to them
who prepare it, who serve it;
thanks & blessings to them
who share it
(& also the absent & the dead).
Thanks & Blessing to them who bring it
(may they not want),
to them who plant & tend it,
harvest & gather it
(may they not want);
thanks & blessing to them who work
& blessing to them who cannot;
may they not want - for their hunger
sours the wine & robs
the taste from the salt.
Thanks be for the sustenance & strength
for our dance & work of justice, of peace.