Grateful
Each family leaving, the struggle to breathe
Winded, the air escapes my lungs to the sound - grateful!
I take a deep breath in, in, in…
Revitalized by the lives we have seen been around
Family now becoming “the only way I know how to breathe”
“And yet I can’t forget the days of old, the days I’ve heard so much about; I fix my mind on all you have done..” 1
The quiet morning turns to the chattering of voices, to a rambling up and down the stairs, to breakfast replenishing the youth,
Kids and crafts, grandkids so distracted by what they want to do next, life keeps pushing at them, pushing at them
Wood fire, ever burning and crackling,
Leaning with life tiptoeing the banister
Laughter, ballgames, and the cheers heard in the warmth, in the background
Dinners together, holding life itself
Finest China, from generations past, their faces, line the table places
Food, glorious food, so abundant -grateful
Scorpacciata,2 (pronunciation) eating, living, what is in season before it disappears
Life’s skits remembered years ago and now new skits done and plays acted
Evening and the night we never want to end goes on with laughter, and “two words”- always grateful!
Today’s a good day
So many firsts we’ve seen in this “time on earth like a shadow”
Each child and grandchild’s picture albums,
Now they study their own, pictures years past, eyes amazed as seeing their earlier days
Celebrating, passing on the story
The first Thanksgiving for our newest today
Her smile warms our souls to grateful, savoring clothes, dressed for the season
Who says distance keeps apart
Today is a good day, a bright day
Not a shadowy day
Grateful day when miles apart seen close in our hearts
“Sons like healthy plants as they grow and mature,
Daughters like corner pillars that decorate a palace..” 3
Faithful love, like the sun rising, comes so easily to family and freely to all.
"When the sun comes up, satisfy us,
before the day has passed us by
Before our hearts forget all your goodness
Satisfy us with Your love" 4
Grateful, Glimpse poetry by Joe Holuta
About this poem: Grateful is a poem about the anticipation of family times together, and the leaving when we feel the down and hope for the next time! During Thanksgiving, or any Holiday, families join together for lovely, cherished times. Although at same time working through struggles of any-kind; financial, emotional, physical, family problems, and mental struggles. Yet, each sun rising, creates the new opportunity to come together to celebrate all the days we are alive and to help each other in these times. “Consider Him our hiding place. Our shelter is alive.” 4
1. Psalm 143:5 (VOICE)
2. Scorpacciata is a commitment to eating large quantities of what is in season before it disappears.
Read More: Word of the Day: Scorpacciata - Food Republic
Clothing-really savoring different types of clothes that are especially appropriate for a given season
Scorpacciata: Savoring Seasonal Fashion Like Food (gentlemansgazette.com)
https://lunamag.com/fashion/three-adorable-timeless-baby-clothing-brands/
3. Psalm 144: 12 (VOICE)
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