Come, gather round this rustic table
I’ll light a candle for a centerpiece
We’ll bask in the fading light of day
And let our hearts begin to speak
Of deepest wishes, never spoken
Dreams still in their infancy
The bitter taste of our misfortunes
Finding gold within debris.
We’ll raise a glass to all our triumphs
Whether minuscule or profound
Wiping tears away for losses
Lifting shoulders stooping down.
There is no need for formalities
On this day of thanks and giving
When all we need are warm, accepting souls
To restore our reasons for living.
The Therapy of Words 