TRANSCENDENTAL HOLIDAY

TRANSCENDENTAL HOLIDAY

With any luck this day we’re happy,
Blessings many and troubles few.
With the grace of God has come abundance,
Raining down with the morning dew.

With luck today, our fences are mended,
No emotional land mines haunt us.
With any luck we have befriended,
And pardoned those who have broken our trust.

And all that's left within our hearts
For the earth and all its multitudes,
Is an all consuming state of grace,
A mix of awe and gratitude.

Just to be here on this spinning earth,
A miracle in flesh and blood,
A healthy sense of our own self worth,
Engulfing us in a holy flood.
A flood of sweetness and emotion,
Flowing like a river to the raging ocean.

With loved ones in from near and far,
We welcome them to the wondrous table,
Each one brings what he is able.
With no gifts or tinsel or madcap spending,
Just football games and a big parade
And a feast that seems unending.

With any luck, we are blessed with much,
The glow of health and the divine touch.
Thankful for the breath of life,
And the awesome joy of living.
Joining hands around the table
In a glorious thanksgiving.

With any luck today we are mindful,
Of the pure unsullied way
The sheer and sheltered goodness
Of this transcendental holiday.

-Bruce Potts
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