When I rush along without seeing,
When I rush about as though fleeing,
Some time-driven task,
I will stop and ask—
Can I slow, and take time for “being?”
As I note this day called Thanksgiving,
My mind slides along with reliving,
Times smiling and glad.
Times heavy and sad.
Gratitude, with joy and forgiving.
An aspect that comes in Deep Sharing,
From words of one’s truth, no comparing—
Connection, so real.
Knowing that we’ll
Hold our shared time as “trust-bearing.”
If I really listen sincerely
I can get your message quite clearly.
Hearing exactly,
Not just abstractly
The real one; not one that is “nearly.”