Thursday, November 27, 2008

Thanksgiving Day

As you give thanks this day, with family and friends, to God for the blessings of life. Don't forget your brothers and sisters who are not so fortunate this day. You may wish to reflect on these words put into a song by Kenneth Morse.

Brothers and sisters of mine are the hungry,
who sigh in their sorrow
and weep in their pain.
Sisters and brothers of mine are the homeless,
who sit without shelter
from wind and from rain.
Strangers and neighbors,
they claim my attention.
They sleep by my doorstep,
they sit by my bed.
Neighbors and strangers,
their anguish concerns me,
and I must not feast
till the hungry are fed.
Source: Let Our Joys Be Known