Not much blogging today, but I want to say…

Glory be to God for dappled things –

For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;

For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;

Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;

Landscape plotted & pieced — fold, fallow, & plough;

And áll trades, their gear & tackle & trim.

All things counter, original, spáre, strange;

Whatever is fickle, frecklèd, (who knows how?)

With swíft, slów; sweet, sóur; adázzle, dím;

He fathers-forth whose beauty is pást change:

Práise hím.

Glory be to God also for my family and dear friends, for food laid in for the feast, for readers who intrigue, inform, challenge, delight and perplex me, for breath, for movement, for the brush of my son’s fingers on my cheek, for the feel of showers in the morning and pillow at night, for the feeling of accomplishment when you hit the “SEND” button and an article goes to the publisher, for the ability to whistle, for the cough that did not develop into pneumonia but dwindled and vanished, for sunlight, and the sound of laughter in the yard in summer, for strength when my father died, for love of those who are with me, for the miracle of the Holy Eucharist, for all things, both pleasant and hard, I thank you O God my Father, through Jesus Christ. (Feel free to add your own thanks to God in the comments!)

Happy Thanksgiving y’all! It’s all Grace!


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