Listening to every heart
One of the Thanksgiving Ditties...
Now I know I’m not the first, and I know I’m not the last
to say “God Bless You” when we break our fast
and come this Thursday, see our blessings from heaven sent
and with the bird, or other repast, our day will soon be spent.
But I’ll give Thanks silently for all the many things
that have come around this year, making my heart sing...
like having healthy children, and the lasting of our old-timers
and getting to know all of you, the great and mighty rhymers.
I can see it now this week, all the rhyming, tongue in cheek
while we hear about the “bird” from some other beaks
and I’m settling in for some uproarious laughing as I speak
for after talk of the “bird”, then a Christmas mouse will squeek.
So enjoy your holiday and please, just don’t forget to give
to Him thanks that you’re here, and rejoice that you may live.
21 November 1999
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow