Thanksgiving party in a post
I'm throwing you a Thanksgiving party-in-a-post! One hour of feast & family songs to play while you're kneading, slicing and dicing. You'll probably notice the playlist is pretty personal right about the middle where it gets kind of sad and wistful for far-away home.
These are good days for mulling cider, listening to jazz, lighting fires and choosing contentment, yes? Dear friends, know I am thankful for you.
Enjoy!
listen
Horseback on Sunday morning,
harvest over, we taste persimmon
and wild grape, sharp sweet
of summer’s end. In time’s maze
over the fall fields, we name names
that went west from here, names
that rest on graves. We open
a persimmon seed to find the tree
that stands in promise,
pale, in the seed’s marrow.
Geese appear high over us,
pass, and the sky closes. Abandon,
as in love or sleep, holds
them to their way, clear,
in the ancient faith: what we need
is here. And we pray, not
for new earth or heaven, but to be
quiet in heart, and in eye
clear. What we need is here.
-- Wendell Berry
harvest over, we taste persimmon
and wild grape, sharp sweet
of summer’s end. In time’s maze
over the fall fields, we name names
that went west from here, names
that rest on graves. We open
a persimmon seed to find the tree
that stands in promise,
pale, in the seed’s marrow.
Geese appear high over us,
pass, and the sky closes. Abandon,
as in love or sleep, holds
them to their way, clear,
in the ancient faith: what we need
is here. And we pray, not
for new earth or heaven, but to be
quiet in heart, and in eye
clear. What we need is here.
-- Wendell Berry
(thanks to Graceful for inspiring me to share this poem this week)
