It's Thanksgiving--and the Room is Filled with Faces

On this Thanksgiving Day

the room is filled with faces.

Much like that scene in the book where

   there are just too many to number.

And yet I remember. Some at least.

Most have slipped away somewhere—

 But the delight they brought—those unremembered 

  and remembered ones—

  the doors they opened—the fun we had—

  all those shining times when the sun really did stand still.

These remain embedded deep in my heart.

That’s why I need a Thanksgiving.

To open the door and see here and there

   those that have cheered me on—and others too.

On this Thanksgiving Day

the room is filled with faces.

The old book says we are all surrounded by a sea of witnesses...

  and this is true.

The woman who birthed me and named me 

  and held me close to her breast her whole life long.

The church with its tall white columns and stained glass windows 

  

and its picture of Jesus—

But more—all those who made faith so possible that after 82 years

  I am amazed to discover that old ragged “I will be with you” is true after all.

The schools...the books...the fun...

But more: classmates and authors and teachers

   who did more than they could possibly know.

And all those friends who walked into my life 

  wherever I’ve gone.

They accepted, and affirmed and did not judge—

  they let me be--most days.

On this Thanksgiving Day

The room is filled with faces.

Dating her under a harvest moon...courtship...wedding day...

  seeing her walk down that aisle.
And children—my two red-heads

  and my two grand girls.

And so many more too.

The old book is right.

On this Thanksgiving Day 

The room is filled with faces.

(I wrote this blog piece a couple of years ago. It still expresses how I feel about so much and so many.                Thanks..Thanks. Thanks.)

--RogerLovette/ rogerlovette.blogspot.com