All Hallow’s Eve has been and past,
Lord Samhein’s visit done for another year.
Leaves on the trees turn from gold and brown
And the calendar says November.
The temperature drops lower and lower
As the warmth in our hearts rises higher and higher.
The farmer’s harvest hoarded for the coming feast,
As Tom Turkey gets a presidential pardon.
Pumpkins once sought as an artistic medium
Now canned and purchased for pie filling.
For the first time all year cans of cranberry sauce
Aren’t buried under a year’s worth of dust.
Bags of potatoes for baking and mashing
Macaroni waiting for cheese
Gravy and stuffing become power accessories
For the main event turkey on the table.
As family and loved ones gather at the table
To share a meal in gratitude
Of another year of living and loving
And the blessings that we all bring each other.
So as you enjoy the bounty of God’s good earth,
Before you watch the ‘Skins crush the Cowboys,
Remember those people with less to be thankful for,
And pray things are better next year.
