Pilgrims reached the blessed shore,
But bitter winters were in store.
Death and anguish played their part.
Still, ’twas with a thankful heart
That they gathered to expound
Upon the God whose gifts abound.
We, who in their footsteps trod,
Though they lie beneath the sod,
Now do take the lesson learned
From their lives, and, in our turn,
We prepare to thank and praise;
To that same God our anthems raise.
And just as they faced troubled days,
Through hardships grievous made their ways,
So, now, such grievous times we face,
That ne’er before have taken place.
Yet from their lesson we take heart
And lift our songs with grateful hearts.
We will not bow to troubled thoughts,
Nor in the throes of fear be caught,
We have too rich a heritage.
So with forefathers we engage
To praise and sing and laugh and play
And celebrate Thanksgiving Day.
Thank you for sharing this Thanksgiving series of posts with me for the past 8 days. I hope all of you are having — or have had — a most blessed day of celebration. And for those in other nations, I hope your harvest celebrations — whatever name they go by — are blessed and happy.
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.
Just in case some of you really enjoy poetry, I’m inviting everyone to visit my new site here on WordPress. After losing my best friend recently, I have been dealing with a lot emotionally, and it has affected my creativity to some extent — only temporarily, I’m sure. But creating this new site — which is devoted almost exclusively to my poetry and to pictures (some by me and some by favorite photographers) has been a kind of therapy for me.
It is a site purposely focused on positive, light, refreshing works that will give a restful, happy experience to visitors. I’ve shut down a couple of the sites I posted from in the past to be able to focus more of my attention on the new website.
So if you’re interested, mosey over and visit me at this link: AHYOKA.
I haven’t been able to keep up with every day of this challenge, but I’m back in the groove at least for today. So here goes. Today’s prompt word is “Try.”
If there’s something that you want to do, try it.
Even if you think you can’t succeed, try it.
If a cause deserves a battle for it, try it.
Even if you know you’ll lose the battle, try it.
If you’d like to love another person, try it.
Even if they don’t deserve to be loved, try it.
For we never know our measure ’til we try.
Can’t uncover buried treasure ’til we try.
And we’re oft’ surprised with pleasure when we try.
So, for heaven’s sake, stop sitting there and wishing that you could.
Simply grab your gumption, man: give it a try!
I’ve chosen to write poetry today. The following is a set of stanzas in cinquain form.
Is there a balm
That heals a broken heart?
That comforts and restores a soul?
Is there a cure
For sickness and disease?
Is there a power strong enough
Is there cleansing
From sin’s embedded stain —
A solvent that can purify
Is there someone
Who knows the truths of life —
Who can be trusted to lead us
There is a balm —
A cure for soul and flesh —
A purifying solvent for
There is a God
Who came to earth Himself
To pay the price for us and set
With His own precious blood.
He is Himself the way, the truth,
Jesus, the Christ.
And everyone who calls
He will receive. Now that you know,
Even though this challenge is titled “five-minute free write,” I am not restricting myself to writing for just 5 minutes. I’m using this challenge to spur myself to write daily after being in a rather stagnate state due to a grievous loss in my life and its effect on my creativity. So as I discipline myself to write something based on the daily prompt, I am allowing myself to continue to write until I feel released each day.