tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post42727790997767256..comments2024-02-03T14:41:13.330-05:00Comments on Writing Without Paper: Called to Thanksgiving (Poem)Maureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13290283101378474845noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post-56460169287480433882012-11-23T07:06:30.103-05:002012-11-23T07:06:30.103-05:00I have no adequate words. How the years remember a...I have no adequate words. How the years remember and forget is a mystery. May they be re-cut...may we be re-membered by the gentle hand of love.Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08263995875732832349noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post-76818101632642374592012-11-22T17:23:06.243-05:002012-11-22T17:23:06.243-05:00we begin the unforgiving
pattern of forgetting wh...we begin the unforgiving<br /><br />pattern of forgetting what<br />we cannot hold before us.<br /><br />This moves me so much. You know.the sad red earthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03274385814146546329noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post-13529477784830849032012-11-22T14:18:22.098-05:002012-11-22T14:18:22.098-05:00thankfulness, grief, loss, faith, life and death h...thankfulness, grief, loss, faith, life and death has a way of blending into a drink of hard bitter-sweet remembrance.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post-9921160447483851032012-11-22T09:33:01.011-05:002012-11-22T09:33:01.011-05:00Being thankful in the hard to understand places. B...Being thankful in the hard to understand places. Beautifully written, Maureen. Blessings to you.S. Etolehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01847206680320012887noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post-21289427933123507622012-11-22T09:05:49.925-05:002012-11-22T09:05:49.925-05:00What a powerful poem of thanksgiving Maureen.
And...What a powerful poem of thanksgiving Maureen.<br /><br />And thank you -- I feel my brother's spirit shimmer in your words.<br /><br />Happy Thanksgiving my friend.Louise Gallagherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13522775693728655487noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post-3518702768053829452012-11-22T08:51:14.128-05:002012-11-22T08:51:14.128-05:00Thank you for this.I just stepped out of the kitch...Thank you for this.I just stepped out of the kitchen because it's shockingly painful to handle pans and utensils once reserved for special times.My wife had a very satisfying career, but when she entered her kitchen at holiday time all that was left in town.She loved our home in the gentle,old hills and an easy faith always accompanied the crisp light that filtered through protective windows. Her birthday would have been next week and I just don't remember it being so cold.People will be here this afternoon and I have no idea what I'm doing.At least the turkey came with directions.There's this secret exhaustion that comes with constantly rebuilding memories out of shadows.Nedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03833115349073235400noreply@blogger.com