Thanksgiving came and went
and I pieced together some of those moments
that keep well in the storehouse of memory's treasures:
Peaceful, sweet, enjoyable conversation while waiting for supper
The fading of the fall still tinged by summer backed by promises of warmth in the winter;
The magic of aging gracefully;
The elegance of preparation's fine details...
to be enjoyed with others in remembrance of all that God has given;
A peaceful walk with a full belly...
to the quiet of a barn;
The thrill of life mirrored in the brightness of eyes;
Memories pulled from a box in the attic...
hung by little hands...
to pass on those memories to them;
I want to tape up the packages in the coming days
with the wrappings of gratitude,
release the care so that these moments really count:
a gift to both the giver and to the receiver
because that is the reality of the wealth that is