| Autumn is moving toward the chilly and grey and nature-naked quality that portends winter. I am staying in the area this year ... no desire to travel even a short distance to take a meal alone. My friend living in Hyde Park has invited me to join him, Lilliana and young Julian for their celebration ... they usually have a number of other friends in attendance and it is always intellectually stimulating and gastronomically pleasing.
I leave you with this poem from Walter Raushenbusch, Baptist social reformer 1861 - 1918.
Thanksgiving Day Prayer
For the wide sky and the blessed sun,
For the salt sea and the running water,
For the everlasting hills
And the never-resting winds,
For trees and the common grass underfoot.
We thank you for our senses
By which we hear the songs of birds,
And see the splendor of the summer fields,
And taste of the autumn fruits,
And rejoice in the feel of the snow,
And smell the breath of the spring.
Grant us a heart wide open to all this beauty;
And save our souls from being so blind
That we pass unseeing
When even the common thornbush
Is aflame with your glory,
O God our creator,
Who lives and reigns for ever and ever.
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