It is the winter of this strangest year
when closeness equalled danger and alone
considered safe, we faced the fear
of life in dull dejected isolation.
Or else, locked down inside the lion’s den
we found ourselves imprisoned, desperate
for some source of escape, a hand, a friend
we hoped for help, but help arrived too late.
For what shall we then raise our hymn of thanks
given the millions dead, the more infected?
That in the silence, even closing ranks
with our own selves we found some light, reflected:
That in this strange, bleak year we did begin
to light the way to brave new worlds within.
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Written for Earthweal’s Weekly Challenge: Giving Thanks. Brendan has given us the following prompt as we enter what is Thanksgiving week in the US:
Let us praise the season we enter, this time in which we still exist, and give thanks for the bounty we are yet surrounded by, the nurture of what’s given.
I’ve certainly learned the value of gratitude this year, and I’m grateful for everything this year has taught me.