Every Thanksgiving I pray/read the following poem written by a friend and co-worker at Lutheran Social Services. We were both working with difficult cases, she with children of abuse. She was tall, slim, with beautiful laughing, blue eyes and short cropped natural curly hair. She borrowed incense and palm from me for Sunday services at her church, and shared her Indian sweet grass and sweat lodge experiences. Her sensate, hands on, child-like personality drew scarred children to her for healing. We shared stories, laughter, God experiences, our similar and our different backgrounds. Karen surprised us all with the following poem placed on our desks one Thanksgiving. Her life was snuffed out suddenly when her compact car went under a semi on her way to work one morning.
Prayer for Thanksgiving Day
Wonderful God, Gracious Father,
can it be, is it true?… is it really true?
In the list, included in the list of angels,
shining stars, fire, hail, snow,
rain, stormy winds,
mountain majesty and trees.
And did I say trees, Your wonderful
beautiful strong trees.
Especially oak and ginkgo.
The ginkgo that at this moment hugs the
foundation we sing forth from.
Wild beasts and tame animals…
And my dog.
And creeping things. Yes!
And flying birds, Yes!
and stars and cerulean blue and alizarin
crimson and stars. Amethyst and stars
and galactic black holes and cosmic dust
and oceans and dew drops and leaf mold.
And in this list, this incomplete
infinite list, Yes!
in all your pulsating universe, Yes!
it’s true! It’s true! You and me and we, and even me…I fit in too! And we all
you and Your church,
Yes, we all fit together and you hold
us together In all and through all things.
And in Your plan,
in the dance of the universe,
rushing into Your wide! Wide! open arms,
Oh yes! Its true!…and for all this we
O Lord to You! Amen.
Karen Ann Spicer-Deske