Decided to post my Acrostic Thanksgiving poem for day 3.
Thursdays come and go; in every month there’s four or five.
Hardly anyone’s attention they demand.
Ahhh, but there’s one month when Thursday is a special day.
November’s got the situation well in hand.
Kinsmen, young and old, along with neighbors, best of friends,
Stop their normal labor briefly and, instead,
Gather close, declare a feast, and celebrate all day
In churches, homes, and civic halls – wherever led.
Voices glad and warm with love fill up the heart and soul,
Inviting those attending to lay burdens down.
Neath autumn’s healthy harvest, tables beckon us – so come;
Giving thanks to God, now let us gather ’round.
3 thoughts on “Thoughts on Thanksgiving — Day 3”
My favorite Thursday of the year. Thanksgiving to the Lord for all His Bountiful Blessings.
Happy Thanksgiving to you, Sandra.
Thank you, Gilly.