I’m thankful for the gloaming,
ancient hymns in minor keys,
Reuben sandwiches and Subaru engines.
For repeated forgiveness,
and B.B. King.
For sibling phone-calls,
an expanded table.
I’m grateful for grandsons and stacks of books,
for garlic sizzling in olive oil,
for book-lined walls and long car-talks.
For basil, cilantro,
toddler laughter and
blesséd uninterrupted sleep.
Truth, beauty and goodness,
goodness and mercy,
mercy and grace.
I’m grateful for Psalms,
Wisdom for the taking.
I pray for reconciliation,
the safe return of a wandering soul.
For husband hugs and kisses,
“Love you, Babe…“,
alliteration and Winslow Homer.
“Thanks be to God” and
Extended family, augmented chords, lingering meals,
Scented candles, words!, and memories.
For daughters, and the sons who married them,
Nieces, nephews, grand-nieces, grand-nephews,
Extra sharp cheddar, and
The UPS man carrying Amazon.com boxes.
Pesto, bubble wrap, smiles that light up the whole face,
Asparagus, spiced chai, and abundant drinking water.
Cape Town, Johannesburg,
Budapest, St. Petersburg,
places where a piece of me resides.
I’m thankful for the death of death, for mingled tears,
For the grace to finish well,
For comfort in sorrow, the grip of hope.
Asian noodle salad, Augustine, whole wheat toast.
Reading evenings, empty nest.
I give thanks for Gore-tex, loving rebukes,
Laughter in the morning and southern windows.
For nostrils, fingernails and funny belly buttons,
For DSL, clematis, and airplane travel,
I’m thankful for home,
a place to belong.
“Oh give thanks unto the Lord, for He is good. His mercy endures forever.”
(adapted from previous posts)