~~ by tkbrown — ≥∑
Thanksgiving--not as seen before-- limiting self to hearth and home, mask mandates anywhere you roam, restricting groups to ten--no more-- if they gather behind closed door. Thanksgiving--not as seen before. The turkey--much smaller than last year-- roast and wrap with cornbread dressing. Taunted taste buds dream of tasting-- sometimes an apple in the core with spices, onion cut into four. Thanksgiving--not as seen before. Social distance is still the chant. Some adhere while others ignore. Dangerous surges, death counts soar-- no reason for fare to be scant. Come one, come all--uncle and aunt. Thanksgiving--not as seen before. "Turkey, dressing," the constant rant-- green beans, yams, casseroles galore, cranberry relish, pies and more. Tasty morsels making one pant-- food is now ready, plates are sent. Thanksgiving--not as seen before. Some of us will abide the score set forth by those in government rather than risk that rudiment-- the viral germ outside the door ruining life for the party goer. Thanksgiving--not as seen before. Giving thanks is the sentiment-- bonding infused with leaden ore-- the hearts of some recall the gore, prefer to emit resentment for losses, lives that have been bent. Thanksgiving--not as seen before. How to give thanks midst all the grief? How to make mem'ries that will soar amidst COVID's hellacious war? How to move past and find relief, giving thanks, not able to share? Thanksgiving--not as seen before. Faith doth answer, provides an oar. It builds a raft when hearts are rent, He is your tabernacle tent. Row to Him, cling to His harbor, tell Him your sorrow--aching sore. Thanksgiving--not as seen before. Let Him hold you, secure though bent. Place your worries there in His care. His love will reduce wear and tear and calm each tempest you lament. Peace so serene when we can vent. Thanksgiving--not as seen before.
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Heading Words Adaptation on Background Photo Above: by tkbrown – ≥∑.