Be Grateful – Be Well

SMILEY HEART SHAPED

I will have a grateful heart:
A grateful heart is a cheerful heart;
A cheerful heart is medicine,
So I can be well and strong.

“A merry heart doeth good like a medicine.” 
Proverbs 17:22, Holy Bible.

 

 

 


 

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Thoughts On Thanksgiving – Day 8

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A LESSON IN THANKSGIVING

 

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.

 

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Thoughts on Thanksgiving – Day 7

I wrote this one a few years ago, but it’s just so darn cute that I can’t resist another go ’round for it. Besides that, it fits today’s ‘Daily Post Prompt: Mercy.

 

WHAT’S FOR DINNER?

I spot him there, behind the barn,
A full-plumed, regal bird.
He looks up, straight into my eyes.
I speak no single word.

It’s happened thus, in passing years —
At least for two or three:
Each mid-November I’ve set my mind;
He’s been there to greet me.

Now, lifting his head in challenge strong,
He gobbles loud and long.
I lower my gun and heave a sigh:
To kill him would be wrong!

So, wrestling with my double mind,
I trek home to my wife
To explain why, once again this year,
Ham will greet the carving knife.

 

TURKEY WITH SIGN - SAVE TURKEYS

 

 

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Thoughts on Thanksgiving – Day 6

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A Pumpkin Pie Memoir

When I was  child, I did not like pumpkin pie at all. We had a rule in our home that at the dinner table, my sister and I had to eat at least 3 bites of each food on the table.  Like most kids, there were things we did not like (which we later grew to like very much), but my dad was a strong believer that because my mom worked diligently to make sure we had a very healthy, well-balanced diet (including good sweet treats as well), we owed it to her and to ourselves to at least try things that we thought we did not like. After we took 3 bites, if we were still convinced we just could not eat that food, we were excused from eating it.

One evening, my dad decided he’d encourage us further to eat something we said we didn’t like. He often brought us little gifts or tokens of his thoughtfulness when he came home from work, and that night he said he had a special gift for us if we would eat all of our dinner — including the dessert — which was pumpkin pie. I was discouraged because I really didn’t like it, but I wanted the gift, so I made myself eat a small piece of the pie and finished it. When we were done, Dad said, “Okay came over here, and hold out your hands.” We stood in front of him, holding out our hands, and he kissed each one of our hands. Bummer!!!   We complained, of course, but it was all good-natured fun. We knew he meant it as a family joke, so we weren’t angry — but we did tell him we’d never be tricked like that again.

Now, today, I love pumpkin pie.  And I like it best with vanilla ice cream. I have Andy Grifffith to thank for that fact. All the years prior to seeing one particular episode of The Andy Griffith Show, I had always eaten pumpkin pie plane or with whipped cream. I had never seen anyone eat ice cream on it. That combination was for apple pie. But while watching one of the episodes of The Andy Griffith Show (just about my favorite TV show ever), Aunt Bea served Andy pumpkin pie with ice cream, and he talked about how that was his favorite dessert.

I thought what a strange combination. But then one day I decided to try it. And from that moment, I was hooked. Now almost any time I have pumpkin pie, I also plop a big scoop of vanilla ice cream on top.  Mmmmmmmmm.  If you’ve never tried it, be sure you do.

And just think: you’ll have a great excuse to try it just two days from now — that is if you live in the U. S.  And if you don’t —- well, try it anyway. You’ll be glad you did.

 


photo courtesy of AvrilsShowers @ pixabay.com

 

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Thoughts on Thanksgiving – Day 5

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HEALING HOLIDAY

Thanksgiving Day is just around the corner,
And I am set to have a lovely time.
First I’ll make a jaunt to church and, kneeling down,
I’ll thank the Lord for all His blessings kind.

And then I’ll journey farther to meet kith and kin.
We’ll hug and laugh and tell each other news.
Then next I’ll help dish up the yummy treats in store;
So many dishes, all from which to choose.

Then after eating more than I could ever need,
And going back again for one more pinch,
I’ll sit by fireplace warm and cuddle little ones,
And soon we’ll be asleep; it is a cinch.

Oh, my, how dear Thanksgiving is to all of us.
It gives us one whole day when we can part
From all that pulls and presses us and wounds us sore,
And give ourselves to healing, loving hearts.

 


photo copyright © Brenda Calvert

 

 

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Thoughts on Thanksgiving — Day 3

Decided to post my Acrostic Thanksgiving poem for day 3.

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THANKSGIVING

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.

 

 

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Thoughts on Thanksgiving — New Series

Lee, over at Birdwatching Adventures Plus, asked me what I was going to do to entertain my blogging colleagues after the 31-day “Daily Grind Coffee Quotes.”  Well, here it is — only this new series will last only 8 days. It’s a series of pictures and thoughts in commemoration of one of our best-loved (and somewhat overlooked) holidays here in the States: Thanksgiving.  I don’t guarantee anything particular for this series — maybe some serious, maybe some hilarious, maybe even some stupid. I might even throw in a couple of my Thanksgiving poems from past years. So here goes. Below is post # 1 in the new series. Look for # 2 tomorrow.

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THANKSGIVING TIME-TRAVEL:
One misplaced pilgrim trying to figure out how to cook a turkey dinner in the 21st century.

 

 

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A Thanksgiving Collection

The past 3 or 4 years, I have written one or two Thanksgiving poems in November. This year, I thought I’d just post the whole collection together.

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Ah, Thanksgiving, How I Love You!

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Golden crowning jewel of Fall,
Beacon of warmth and camaraderie,
Sending glad invitation to all:

“Gather to worship; gather to visit;
Gather to focus on all that’s worthwhile;
Feast from tables resplendent with harvest;
Feast on the love in a touch and a smile.”

All the year’s labors weigh heavy upon us.
All the world’s problems seem bigger by far.
But out from that wearisome struggle you call us,
And laying it down, we run to where you are.

And whether in cottages, mansions, or churches,
Community buildings, or tables in parks,
We gather with gratitude full – overflowing;
To the Giver of blessings lift voices and hearts.

Then we return to life’s pattern awaiting.
Filled up with joy, we set off on our way,
Warmer and richer and kinder in spirit
For pausing to celebrate Thanksgiving Day.

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 Healing Holiday

Thanksgiving Day is just around the corner,
And I am set to have a lovely time.
First I’ll make a jaunt to church and, kneeling down,
I’ll thank the Lord for all His blessings kind.

And then I’ll journey farther to meet kith and kin.
We’ll hug and laugh and tell each other news.
Then next I’ll help dish up the yummy treats in store;
So many dishes, all from which to choose.

Then after eating more than I could ever need,
And going back again for one more pinch,
I’ll sit by fireplace warm and cuddle little ones,
And soon we’ll be asleep; it is a cinch.

Oh, my, how dear Thanksgiving is to all of us.
It gives us one whole day when we can part
From all that pulls and presses us and wounds us sore,
And give ourselves to healing, loving hearts.

~


What’s For Dinner?

turkey-with-sign-save-turkeysI spot him there, behind the barn,
A full-plumed, regal bird.
He looks up, straight into my eyes.
I speak no single word.

It’s happened thus, in passing years —
At least for two or three:
Each mid-November I’ve set my mind;
He’s been there to greet me.

Now, lifting his head in challenge strong,
He gobbles loud and long.
I lower my gun and heave a sigh:
To kill him would be wrong!

So, wrestling with my double mind,
I trek home to my wife
To explain why, once again this year,
Ham will greet the carving knife.

~


THANKSGIVING

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.

~


A Lesson in Thanksgiving

 

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Edward Percy Moran

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 lay 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 throws 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.

 

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