A Time of Thanking and Praying
by iWrite Historian Eshaan Mani
That crisp aroma is back,
As the serene green foliage is turned to a warm amber,
And tart cranberry pies are set in the ovens,
So flavorful you can taste them.
A nippy breeze whooshes by as blackbirds swoop about
As wool sweaters are dug out from the far reaches of closets,
And the sun’s blazing glory is muted by autumn tinges.
During this time of penitent and grateful reflection
When hands are folded and ginghams are laid,
The whole family gathers to give thanks.
We give thanks for the storms that have touched and gone,
We give thanks for the great times we’ve had together,
We give thanks for the content lives we lead.
But we also pray.
We pray for those
whose Thanksgivings are stained red with blood,
We pray for those who’re subject to any and all evils of the world.
We pray for those whose homes were washed away,
For those who still tremble from the cold nights outside a fast food joint
Whose homes are a slab of pavement in a land of kings.
We pray that they be well on this day,