Saturday, November 16, 2019

A poem for Thanksgiving

                       (By 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.