November 29, 2003

  • My Thanksgiving Is You



    And I saw the world in a mill pond.  How did this light get to us?



    And how did we get to this place, you ...



    ... and I.  We had walked all day through the Belmont hills and stopped
    by the mill pond.  We watched the light drain away and reflect in
    the spillway.



    The day was caught in the light reflected in the mill pond.  Floated there
    with the houses on the shore looking on ...



    ... and we caught God playing there in the trees.



    And we were thankful and wandered home in the twilight and had dinner



    The candles burned low on our Thanksgiving day, soft and warm.



    This Thanksgiving is giving thanks for you.  Thank you all for everything.

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