Over the years, we’ve found many ways to express “Thank you” on Thanksgiving and ordinary days as well, from Bob Dylan to Pablo Neruda to Gary Snyder to The Macedonia Youth Sanctuary Choir singing Everyday is a Day of Thanksgiving. Close to our heart is this W.S. Merwin poem that finds a way to say thanks in the midst of our beautiful, frightening, wounded, wounding world. Heartening and heartbreaking, its complexity of feeling echoes that which we are living now. We offer it with a big hunk of beauty in a Mexican forest:
Listen
with the night falling we are saying thank you
we are stopping on the bridges to bow from the railings
we are running out of the glass rooms
with our mouths full of food to look at the sky
and say thank you
we are standing by the water thanking it
standing by the windows looking out
in our directions
back from a series of hospitals back from a mugging
after funerals we are saying thank you
after the news of the dead
whether or not we knew them we are saying thank you
over telephones we are saying thank you
in doorways and in the backs of cars and in elevators
remembering wars and the police at the door
and the beatings on stairs we are saying thank you
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