Thanksgiving

UNSUPPORTED CODE Thanksgiving How can so few have so much - so many have so little? I am rich beyond belief yet am not considered rich. I count my riches daily: the warmth of heart and home, the patchy grass, faded paint, rock garden (each stone rolled by my hands). The heart, she waves to me each morning as I leave for work, greets me on returning. Other hearts, now scattered, not too far away yet never near enough, have left their emptiness to fill the rooms. I sit, well clothed, warm, and free. I am ever grateful for this freedom, freedom to be, freedom to be me, to love, to sing, to speak my mind, to write with passion of passion. And yet I ache for those who know not freedom, nor peace, nor joy, nor a day of Thanksgiving. I cry for children who will not be fed, nor cared for - not because there is lack of caring - but because the caring lacks the backbone of freedom, the hand of compassion, the hope - of Thanksgiving. John G. Lawless 11/28/2013 UNSUPPORTED CODE