While brightness of the days weaken
the time to reap is near.
The earth begins to sigh and rest
because harvest is here.
Storehouses burst with gratitude
and dark storms blow away.
We thank God for his mighty hand
and love he gives each day.
From branch-to-branch the squirrels scamper
as dawn awakes to rise,
and wild creatures – they hunt for prey –
below the windy skies.
With joy, the squirrels gather acorns
that tumble from the trees,
and jumps with joy with great delight
in the cold windy breeze.
While at the table we commune
to gather and to pray,
around the turkey’s comfort smell
on this “Thanksgiving Day,”
for those who starve without a home
and loved ones gone away.
Each day their memories fill our hearts
on this great holiday.
And remember the table that
Was served with bread and wine
before Jesus was crucified –
that day was so divine.
A great communion day will come
when we bow at his feet.
The greatest harvest of all souls –
the day when we all meet.
Rejetta Morse is a regular contributor to RUBY magazine.