To whom can I give thanks
for this perfect day, when
I do not know my Creator’s name?
To the red pines we planted,
for blocking the northwest wind;
To the russet oak leaves,
for cushioning my steps on the trail;
To the soil and seeds and fruit of the garden,
for nourishing my body;
To the hens for sharing their eggs,
and the roosters for watching over them;
To my family for standing with me,
like the pines;
To my friends for adding color and comfort to my life,
like the leaves;
To my own mind for when it’s fertile and productive,
like the garden;
And to my readers for sharing themselves
and crowing their kee-kee-ree-kee praises.
May we all rest tonight, and open ourselves
tomorrow to receive the day’s blessings,
from whence they came I know not. Amen!
