Pieces of Thanksgiving Pie.

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

(O bliss!);

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;

Resting;

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

gratitude.