Poem for Thanksgiving

                The Veining

The veining of each golden leaf

Grows clearer in the icy winds,

So the seeing of each graying soul

Grows eager to view the whole

Of all that passed through last seasons,

Searching for good reasons…

As my hair stripes in platinum

I settle on my wondrous children

First and grand, they bring me joy.

Each grown and growing girl and boy

Like the leaves their veining show

That in past and present, they do know

The Father Reason that they live-

To trust, and love, and give

In Christ who graciously came

To forgive us deserved blame.

And if I’ve done my mother’s part,

They’ll abide within that Spirit’s heart.

  Thanksgiving, 2014

  Hope Ellen Rapson