For my cherished south of the border peeps, on this day of pureed potatoes and phenomenal poultry:
"Where there is hatred in this world,
let us bring love;
where there is injury, pardon
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy."
May we always try to understand,
not just be understood;
hope to console, as well as to be consoled;
try to love, not just to be loved.
For it is in giving that we receive;
in serving others that we find
our deepest fulfillment;
in setting aside our focus on self
that we find the true meaning of life."
St. Francis of Assisi
let us bring love;
where there is injury, pardon
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy."
May we always try to understand,
not just be understood;
hope to console, as well as to be consoled;
try to love, not just to be loved.
For it is in giving that we receive;
in serving others that we find
our deepest fulfillment;
in setting aside our focus on self
that we find the true meaning of life."
St. Francis of Assisi
May your hearts and souls be as full as your bellies.
Turkey on, pilgrims!
Affectionately,
The Baroness
5 comments:
Oh, you could hear me groaning all the way up there in the Great White North, eh? Boy, did we have a lot of food. Oy!
Thanks for the good wishes. Tomorrow we feast on leftovers!
Peace - D
Er, Happy Belated Canadian Thanksgiving?
That is one of my all-time favorite poems. Thank you;)
Countess D: As I listened out my kitchen window, I could hear the strange sounds emanating from many of my WA neighbors. Just as every day there is something to be thankful for, every day is a good day for turkey, I think!
Count Cormac: And a belated Happy Flag Day to you, sir!
Countess MPM: You and I seem to have a mind-meld going every Thursday. Weird, but lovely nevertheless.
A wonderful thought on the holiday. Thanks for posting it.
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