A Poem for Thanksgiving

Woven in the Depths

(A poem for Thanksgiving based on Psalm 139)

You did not appear on

some doorstep

ordered by

Amazon Prime

No commodity are you

for you were first

dreamed of

and formed by

hands unseen

Ancient words tell of

you being crafted

and woven in

the depths of the earth

And all those who breathe

in this mystery who

surround you

this day are living gifts

So at this time of pause

give thanks and

close your eyes

to remember who you are

You are “fearfully and

wonderfully made.”

…not shipped

but woven

…not ordered but

crafted

O yes, give thanks.

Jody Seymour

Thanksgiving 2017