A Voice from the Eastern Door
Submitted by reader Emily
If we can improve our happiness by focused practice on gratitude I suggest you enjoy the following poem. Grace your dinner table with locally grown food and locally shared words of the late Rev. Max A. Coots of Canton.
“Let us give thanks…
For generous friends... with hearts as big as hub bards,
and smiles as bright as their blossoms;
For feisty friends as tart as apples;
For continuous friends, who, like scallions and cucumbers,
keep reminding us we had them;
For crotchety friends, as sour as rhubarb and as indestructible;
For handsome friends, who are as gorgeous as eggplants
and as elegant as a row of corn-and the others-
as plain as potatoes and so good for you.
For funny friends; who are as silly as
Brussels sprouts and as amusing as
Jerusalem artichokes, and serious as cauliflowers and as intricate as onions.
For friends as unpretentious as cabbages, as
Subtle as summer squash, as persistent as parsley,
As delightful as dill, as endless as zucchini,
And who-like parsnips-can be counted on
To see you through the long winter;
For old friends, nodding like sunflowers in
The evening-time and young friends coming on
As fast as radishes;
For loving friend , who wind around as like tendrils,
And hold us despite our blights, wilts, and withering;
And finally, for those friends now gone, like gardens past,
that have been harvested-but who fed us in their times that we
might have life thereafter;
for all these we give thanks.”
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