Thanksgiving

<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>

Thanksgiving

I am glad to have survived to this point
So I could see this beautiful day
Of bright cool sunshine
Filtering through the trees of my canyon
In this November after the first rains
After the yearlong drought
With the eucalyptus leaves and pine needles
Speckled with gems of light, and
The fresh grasses exuded from the grateful earth
Ablaze with translucent green radiance
From the low winter angle of the rays
Combing through the quiet of life’s renewal
As gentle eddies of breeze caress the fronds
And carry my drifting memories
Back to the afterglow of my distant glories
Freed now of the agonies they required,
And hope that my sins cast out of memory
Have long been forgotten by the aggrieved,
As the freshness of this day has forgotten
The uncountable agonies across eons
It has renewed itself beyond into new gratitude
With its unbounded possibilities
For the simple pure joy of just being.

25 November 2021

<><><><><><><>

5 thoughts on “Thanksgiving

  1. Dear Manuel,

    A special comment is due to you for featuring such a thoughtful and evocative poem.

    May you enjoy the rest of the week as I greet you here during this Thanksgiving with the grand scenery of SoundEagle in Birch Forest Landscape with Mushrooms commensurate with the imports exuded by your photo and poem:

    Take care and prosper!

    Yours sincerely,
    SoundEagle

  2. May I recommend a walk through nature, the woods, or meadows, or along the seashore? May I recommend watching the dawning of the day, or the sunset? May I recommend petting the cat slowly, gently, as it naps curled up before dropping off into deep sleep? To feel the brush of faint breeze against skin absorbing winter light, and listen to the grand quiet breath of the earth’s eternal renewal, is to know without thought you are of all of it. Even with the great anxieties it may be threaded with, your time is a gift of consciously experiencing the pure joy of simply just being, which always lies behind all the distractions. That is the great refuge always open to you. Gratitude melts exuberant happiness and bitter sadness into acceptance and peace. And life always renews.

  3. I love it Manuel – thank you for sharing!

    “ The fresh grasses exuded from the grateful earth
    Ablaze with translucent green radiance
    From the low winter angle of the rays
    Combing through the quiet of life’s renewal
    As gentle eddies of breeze caress the fronds
    And carry my drifting memories”

    Lovely!!

    Donna

  4. I wish I could escape to your pure joy of just being. I live in Europe, in Italy, and am straining for breath under the onslaught of American so-called soft power. Black Friday has a lethal grip on this continent though the locals have hardly heard of Thanksgiving. When they ask me about it, I reply simply that’s it’s the anniversary of the white man’s first genocide in North America. So-called, yes, because there’s nothing caressing in this lethal poison.

Comments are closed.