At the heart of thanksgiving is a broken heart. It has tasted of the world and the world has wounded it. Yet, we begin our knees to say thank you, God. All of the Presidential Proclamations setting aside Thanksgiving came from a people warn out from war and hardship. At the heart of it all comes joy of being in God's embrace and living into the future that belongs to him. The author, MSMerwin, writes just such a sobering piece that pierces to the heart of what this special day is all about.
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by W. S. Merwin
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Listen with the night falling we are saying thank you we are stopping on the bridges to bow from the railings we are running out of the glass rooms with our mouths full of food to look at the sky and say thank you we are standing by the water thanking it smiling by the windows looking out in our directions back from a series of hospitals back from a mugging after funerals we are saying thank you after the news of the dead whether or not we knew them we are saying thank you over telephones we are saying thank you in doorways and in the backs of cars and in elevators remembering wars and the police at the door and the beatings on stairs we are saying thank you in the banks we are saying thank you in the faces of the officials and the rich and of all who will never change we go on saying thank you thank you with the animals dying around us our lost feelings we are saying thank you with the forests falling faster than the minutes of our lives we are saying thank you with the words going out like cells of a brain with the cities growing over us we are saying thank you faster and faster with nobody listening we are saying thank you we are saying thank you and waving dark though it is |
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