I wasn't satisfied with my first post about Thanksgiving--it felt forced and hollow, but I wasn't ACTUALLY feeling very thankful until I was on my way home this afternoon, listening to the new Barlow Girl disc. They do a beautiful (although abbreviated) version of "For the Beauty of the Earth."
Read the lyrics through once:
For the beauty of the earth
For the glory of the skies,
For the love which from our birth
Over and around us lies.
Lord of all, to Thee we raise,
This our hymn of grateful praise.
For the joy of human love,
Brother, sister, parent, child,
Friends on earth and friends above,
For all gentle thoughts and mild.
Lord of all, to Thee we raise,
This our hymn of grateful praise.
For Thy Church, that evermore
Lifteth holy hands above,
Offering up on every shore
Her pure sacrifice of love.
Lord of all, to Thee we raise,
This our hymn of grateful praise.
I was totally having a "Yeah, God!" moment.
And then I saw a dead turkey on the side of the road.
This Thanksgiving, I am thankful for my sick sense of humor.
(And my family, like I said before.)
To the Turkey
Oh Turkey, you fool
dead on the side of the road--
Should have been dinner.
What were you doing?
Is this what they call free range--
walking down the street?
Should have been dinner
next to the pumpkin pie and
cranberry jelly.
Are you stuffed, dear sir?
With savory herbs like thyme?
Still need to be plucked?
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