Poem For Thanksgiving

                                    



                                            John Robert Howell




Does a famine of the spirit
        starve health and calm and ease?
Awake to the Master's promises
       and taste afresh the bread of Truth.
If of Love your loaf is made
       Life divine will fill emaciation's void.
But who's to grind and knead and bake
       before the grace and breaking?
If crust already cut and buttered you expect,
       turn rather to the garner first with gratitude.