Thanks

I was looking for a way to share a moment of thanksgiving with you. It seemed suddenly to me that if we, for this moment, took Thanksgiving away from its history, and put it in the context of what we are actually sharing with each other this very day, this very meal, maybe we'd find in all this deliciousness a reason to take the time, the way I found it in myself to take the time, when I wrote this:

On my way to work I stop my car, and look.

It's dawn, and the full moon is setting, the light more intricate than I could possibly describe, more real than you could possibly imagine.

And I actually ask myself:

"Why now?"
"Why such wide beauty?"
"Why such an especially glorious present?"
"Why such a gracious gift?"

Or is it really always so? Is such grace really always given?

And is it just that I suddenly have become gifted enough to perceive this moment of light, gifted enough to receive this moment's present?

And
"Who, exactly, is the Giver?"

I ask myself, stunning myself with theocentric implications.

And
"What really is being given?"

I ask myself again, slapping myself with scientific significances.

And
"Who am I that I suddenly get to receive all this?"

The moon pales in the breaking day.

"Why ask?"
I asked.

from Bernie DeKoven, funsmith