Happy Thanksgiving!

In our troubled world, there’s still so much to be grateful for. I am unable to accurately attribute the following poem, as it was printed in 2002 in the newsletter of one of the writing organizations I belong to and the author’s name was not given. But it is certainly worth printing here in celebration of Thanksgiving, whether or not we choose to believe any divinity animates our world.

A man whispered, “God, speak to me.” And a meadowlark sang.

But the man did not hear. So the man yelled, “God, Speak to me!”

And thunder rolled across the sky. But the man did not listen.

The man looked around and said, “God let me see you.”

And a star shone brightly. But the man did not notice.

And the man shouted, “God show me a miracle.”

And a life was born. But the man did not know.

So, the man cried out in despair, “Touch me God and let me know that you are here!”

God reached down and touched the man.

But the man brushed the butterfly away and walked on.

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