Pilgrims Trekking
A tiny hamlet tucked away midst the mountains of New Hampshire
A chill in the air; frost on the windowpane, icicle-framed
A fresh snow blanketing the ground; the silence of the holiday broken
by the pealing of the late-afternoon bells atop the village church
Stores shuttered, roads empty, save the occasional out-of-towner
Pilgrims trekking through snowdrifts, puffs of breath suspended in the air
Hearty greetings ringing out, piercing the quiescence, warming the soul
Lights switched on house by house, lamps pointing the way to Prayer
Three hundred people now gathered together in the village Church
Some neighbors, others friends; some acquaintances, few strangers
Three hundred people, on that Thursday in late November, united in gratitude
for all the blessings of the day, the Holiday, Thanksgiving Day, 1971
I too was there that day, proud to call those Pilgrims my brothers, my sisters
Peace on Earth, Goodwill to Men -- from a tiny New Hampshire glen. Amen.
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