Thanksgiving Song
I cannot take credit for this post, but it is so beautiful that I thought I would share it... with... uh... i guess I will share it with Toby... the one who sent it to me in the first place.
For winter, who strips trees to their basic design,For stark, minimalist winter,We give thanks.May we let go, and grow bright as stars in a clear, frosty night,The more we are stripped of what we thought we could not do without.
For the springtime that bursts forth,Just when we think winter will never end,For irrepressible springtimeWe give thanks.May we never forget the crippled, wind-beaten trees,How they, too, bud, green and bloom,May we, too, take courage to bloom where we are planted.
For summer, when fruit begins to ripen more and more,For the green, swelling high tide of summerWe give thanks.May we trust that time is not running out, but coming to fulfillment,May we wait patiently while time ripens.
For autumn and its slow growing fruitionFor that season of ultimate rise and fallWe give thanks.May we gracefully rise to the occasion of our own falling,Giving ourselves just enough time to go beyond timeTo the great NowAt the quiet center of the turning wheels.
We give thanks for all seasons.
- Br. David Steindl-Rast O.S.B.
Thanksgiving Song
As the Great Dynamo who powers the wheels of seasons and yearsTurns autumn once more into winter,At this season of Thanksgiving,We give thanks for all seasons.
As the Great Dynamo who powers the wheels of seasons and yearsTurns autumn once more into winter,At this season of Thanksgiving,We give thanks for all seasons.
For winter, who strips trees to their basic design,For stark, minimalist winter,We give thanks.May we let go, and grow bright as stars in a clear, frosty night,The more we are stripped of what we thought we could not do without.
For the springtime that bursts forth,Just when we think winter will never end,For irrepressible springtimeWe give thanks.May we never forget the crippled, wind-beaten trees,How they, too, bud, green and bloom,May we, too, take courage to bloom where we are planted.
For summer, when fruit begins to ripen more and more,For the green, swelling high tide of summerWe give thanks.May we trust that time is not running out, but coming to fulfillment,May we wait patiently while time ripens.
For autumn and its slow growing fruitionFor that season of ultimate rise and fallWe give thanks.May we gracefully rise to the occasion of our own falling,Giving ourselves just enough time to go beyond timeTo the great NowAt the quiet center of the turning wheels.
We give thanks for all seasons.
At this season of Thanksgiving.
- Br. David Steindl-Rast O.S.B.
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