Thanksgiving
I have been trying to read the script cut in these hills— a language carved in the shimmer of stubble and the solid lines of soil, spoken in the thud of apples falling and the rasp of corn stalks finally bare.
The pheasants shout it with a rusty creak as they gather in the fallen grain, the blackbirds sing it over their shoulders in parting, and gold leaf illuminates the manuscript where it is written in the trees.
Transcribed onto my human tongue I believe it might sound like a lullaby, or the simplest grace at table. Across the gathering stillness simply this: "For all that we have received, dear God, make us truly grateful."
~ Lynn Ungar ~
(Blessing the Bread)
I have been trying to read the script cut in these hills— a language carved in the shimmer of stubble and the solid lines of soil, spoken in the thud of apples falling and the rasp of corn stalks finally bare.
The pheasants shout it with a rusty creak as they gather in the fallen grain, the blackbirds sing it over their shoulders in parting, and gold leaf illuminates the manuscript where it is written in the trees.
Transcribed onto my human tongue I believe it might sound like a lullaby, or the simplest grace at table. Across the gathering stillness simply this: "For all that we have received, dear God, make us truly grateful."
~ Lynn Ungar ~
(Blessing the Bread)
That first line.. "I have been trying to read the script cut in these hills.." rocks my heart! I have truly, honestly, been trying to read this script as well. I look out over the water.. the rocks.. the mountains.. the trees.. the birds and the bees! hehe.. okay.. and they are all singing (so happily, joyfully.. ;)) or whispering in a language that I can not quite understand. I think they are all explaining how to bring forth from within that state of Grace. Of Wisdom and of Quiet. A place of unimaginable depth. Calm waters that no matter how big a storm whips up around us.. there is and always will be a deep calm silence that resides far within our being. A Peace that blesses our hearts in every moment. I think nature is trying to teach us to be free, to laugh, to allow the experience of great joy and to celebrate being alive! To go with the flow of life with curious eyes wondering what's around that next corner??
What do you suspect the script is saying in these hills?
Spread the Love!
Peace,
Tammy
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4 comments:
Beautitufl post, happy thanksgiving :D
That is a beautiful poem. I think we are so caught up in our modern world, we don't hear nature anymore. The TV's and the dishwashers and the roar of the car engines drown her out. She sings a wonderful song if only we could hear her.
Marnie
What a beautiful reminder to listen and look with our heart.
I suspect it's saying "give it all you got ! " no matter what it is.
That seems to be what all natural beings are doing.
Thank you for sharing :)
Tammy, lovely post as usual! So glad you are headed to Kelowna...we will be fairly close as of next summer. Close enough for a coffee or picnic for sure! Good luck with your move and the kitties.
kerry
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